spring wakes slowly
stretching stiff, cold limbs
silently laughing at the
suffering around her
succulent buds tentativly
seeking the warmth of her breath
stirring with need to open
sun starved blossoms
soon...we are told
so we wait and watch
scared to hope that maybe today the
snow won't stick.
Spring wakes slowly
ReplyDeleteTouching my being
With the scent of you
Waking, reaching, waiting
You: bathed in warmth
Surrounded in love
Welcome sweet Spring
Come sweet Summer
The adventure nears
scared to hope that maybe today the
ReplyDeletesnow won't stick...
Spring always arrives late here.
Beautifully done and I love the photo you chose.