Goddess of Spring

Dreamy hazel eyes
a spark of juvenile charm
re-ignites me
figured as a naturalisitic portrait
of myself embraced by morning dew
during sunrise - while you,
the goddess of spring, are dancing
around me like the world
did not stop to turn,
as you looked into my eyes-

Hazel colored hair
waving around, vailing the trees,
the flowers & the meadows,
leting us sit in a shell, isolated
from whisper, opinions,
everything.

Author's Note

Kind of improvised. Not much thinking.

Reviews

[APOORVA]

This creation of yours got me thinking for a few minutes, it didn't just pass away from my eyes.
i stucked to it, worth liking and liking to an extent to be read twice

[forgotten_ghosts]

Thank you very much for your kind words and sorry for the late response, I almost forgot about this website..

[APOORVA]

haha It is allright

[h d e rushin]

i like, love this ending. Oh how i wish spring was here again, both the spring of seasons and the spring in my legs. Or the spring in life or the spring whispering meadows. It is not by accident that if a season held a metaphor of love it would be spring.......beautifully written...dana

[forgotten_ghosts]

Thank you very much, dana! I miss spring as well!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is like a poem that just flowed out during a fantasy spell in the woods...a dreamcatcher kind of poem...

i could hear the whispers...

j.

[forgotten_ghosts]

Thank you very much for your review Jacob. Dreamcatcher, yes that it is good.