Tag: spring

My neighbor’s garden,
A childhood sanctuary ,
Will never be gone.
Though top soil has been removed,
These memories have deep roots.

Winter froze my muse,
But each letter, word, and verse~
Thaws the deepest freeze.
Poetry is my spring rain,
My unashamed thunderclap.

Sunrise melodies,
Awaken cool ocean air,
Kissed by Easter’s gifts.
Would it be foolish of me,
To name this day, Perfect Spring?

You look so peaceful,
Gliding there, nonchalantly~
Barely a ripple.
One would not realize the storm,
Just below the water’s edge.

Fishing for answers.
Predictions all included.
Services for free.
Now, what fish should we cast off?
And who will join us to feast?

Flying through the air,
Only to land once again,
On this earthly plane.
Does flight feel this free for birds?
Is this their everyday bore?

crawling crystal skies
dark watercolor clouds paint
with such vibrancy!
As far as the eyes can see
a carpet, of superb blooms.

like lightening it strikes
but unlike the classic storm
there was no thunder
unless of course you count my
groans and moans of agony

The wheel of the year,
Turns once again tomorrow,
But my eyes close not,
This restless mind races with,
Tomorrow’s celebrations.