Apr 2015
Spring is violently upon us.
The earth sings like a Valkyrie
heralding the dawn.
The anxious wait is over,
The crocuses are alive:
Golden heads thrusting
through dark loamy soil.
Spring is violently upon us
Dearest. We strain and waltz
In the dark, a gathering symphony
Explodes into the tumultuous
beating of drumming hearts.
Punch-drunk, the twits circle
Their nests, the weight of snowy
Linen on our chests, and sunshine.
The earth sings like a Valkyrie
heralding the dawn.
The anxious wait is over,
The crocuses are alive:
Golden heads thrusting
through dark loamy soil.
Spring is violently upon us
Dearest. We strain and waltz
In the dark, a gathering symphony
Explodes into the tumultuous
beating of drumming hearts.
Punch-drunk, the twits circle
Their nests, the weight of snowy
Linen on our chests, and sunshine.
(Not sure if Valkyries really sing to herald the dawn. Hmm. Definitely thinking of Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" though.)
Written by
Shrinking Violet
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