This night's aromas are steeped in fragrance
Springtimes first blush touches my face
My heart overflows with the
heady perfumes of all things renewing.
The last touches of a winter sky
Fade in the warmth of the newness.
Above a silhouette of squawking geese
Fly in a perfect Vee formation
With the slightest of gaps
Between their outstretched wings
Springtime sends it coded signals
Rich from the memories of eons past
to all living things to live be beautiful
Multiply and bear fruit it calls.
A night breeze stirs my hair
Like a mother's touch.
And my spirit rejoices
At a winters death.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
This night's aromas are steeped in fragrance
Springtimes first blush touches my face
My heart overflows with the
heady perfumes of all things renewing.
The last touches of a winter sky
Fade in the warmth of the newness.
Above a silhouette of squawking geese
Fly in a perfect Vee formation
With the slightest of gaps
Between their outstretched wings
Springtime sends it coded signals
Rich from the memories of eons past
to all living things to live be beautiful
Multiply and bear fruit it calls.
A night breeze stirs my hair
Like a mother's touch.
And my spirit rejoices
At a winters death.
Just LOVE springtime
Jude