SPRING TIME
In the cycle of all
things, there is a time of renewal.
Spring time, when
the imagined dead resurges.
Spring time, when
sleeping things awaken.
The Earth spins and
wobbles
As it axis squares
to the sun's marvel
Temperatures start
to rise.
The Bear stretches
in her cave,
The Woodpecker tests
each tree,
The Skunk kits
snuggle mama in their retreat.
Flowers tend to
peek, as to
See is it really
Spring
Yes, on the pedals
is lights caress.
Spring, Midwifes
favorite time
They prod and pry to
new mothers cry
As Spring time
babies squeal in delight.
New couples begin
with a soft touch of hands
As they stroll
through Cherry blossom lanes.
Absorbing Springs
Fragrance and each other.
Hopes heighten,
ambitions quicken
Work, home, families
and Friends
Start planning
picnics.
Where the Spring
well of hope flows unattended
Dip in your ladle
for refreshment.
Spring is the time
for betterment.
In the cycle of all
things, Spring is
Where it all begins.
Spring, the
Lodestone of happiness.
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