Mar
29
The rain in early spring falls slowly
And the newly budding
Life smells soft and vibrant
Grass is still shorn short
From late autumn chopping
Glistening faerie-buds
Dancing on blade tips precarious
Puddle-lakes looming below
Bare branches stark and lifeless
Barely resist the urge to sprout
The air is crisp but alive
With new beginnings
The soft-sharp breeze brushes
Hope for approaching warm-wonderful
As drain pipes sing dirges of the
Old world washed away
Spring stretches its yawn across the world
With breast breath-full and fingers outstretched
Slowly opening
Alive
Hi carlton a wonderful ode to spring here, am not sure if your looking for critiques or not, if you would like to do critiques on your works and or mine, let em know and we can work something out. Thanks for sharing this