In the morning I walk on the road
Looking around for Spring’s shadow
Wearing colorful cherry blossoms
She hides in the tender green buds
Dancing her willow twig fingers
She rolls in the glittering dew drops
I approach her to discern her scent
But she flies away, giggling
Splashing drops of cold water into my collar
I ask her
Why you flee away from me
Because you don’t feel me with your heart
She sings among the leaves
I close my eyes to feel
Her light fragrance of flowers
Her gentle breeze touch on my face
Yes, spring is here
by shun
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 3:49 AM UTC
Waterloo bridge
Vehicles come and go
Myra Lester
Wanders to and fro
The past be not here
The mind goes nowhere
Deafening horn
Warns inches to go
Grating howl
Crys with a blow
Sky tears through the air
Weeps the world or hell
Waterloo bridge
River flows east below
Roy Cronin
Stands feels for her soul
Water chants to tell
Much to hear or bear
by Shun
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 3:45 AM UTC