A warm wind kisses
the crab apple tree
shaking off the winter-
pinched memories.
I smile in the sunshine,
loose hair in the breeze
An awakening of new days
that are sure to please.
Old friends return
to spruce up a nest
cooing in the morning,
as their name doth suggest
Tiny sprigs of newness
Little signs of life.
If I look hard enough
everywhere tis rife
Now behold, I spy a mirror
and in it, mine own eyes.
They sparkle with a mystery
Rebirth, I cry surprised!
Floating on a moon beam
Dancing through the dawn
I'm dreaming of a fresh start
Fie old devils, begone!
I wrap myself in lover's threads
sustained on potions sweet
This spring I find a lease on life
a gift from time to entreat.
sigh...love the scene and the happiness k....enjoy your spring
ReplyDelete@Brian: Temperatures into double digits here today and I am tickled pink my friend. Can't help but loving the world on a day like today. :)
DeleteReading this is getting me so excited for the Spring season...
ReplyDelete"Now behold, I spy a mirror
and in it, mine own eyes.
They sparkle with a mystery
Rebirth, I cry surprised!"
That's what I love about this time of the year....rebirth!
Beautiful poem, my friend. I can hear the joy, happiness, and love in the energy of your words!
Happy Spring!
((((( You ))))))
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@Ron: I can't wait to see the buds burst and the spring bulbs pushing through the dirt! It is a magnificent time to be alive.
DeleteHappy Spring to you too Ron!