there is something

there is something

A Poem by Emily B

there is something

about the sudden warmth of spring

that makes me ache

to be barefoot in new grass

 

the urge of water splashing

over quiet rocks

is an invitation

I can't resist

 

it was only a split second

thought

but you knew

that I would do it

© 2011 Emily B


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We have so much snow here, in the mountains, that I don't know when the spring runoff will warm and slow enough for me to be able to soak my feat, but you have me wanting to test the waters. It hit in the seventies today, and the local news is talking about flooding...And all I can think of is how nice the warmth feels...And flowers, we had six inches of snow last week, and flowers poking up this week. I hope mother nature is trying to tell us something...

Great Write Emily!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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We have so much snow here, in the mountains, that I don't know when the spring runoff will warm and slow enough for me to be able to soak my feat, but you have me wanting to test the waters. It hit in the seventies today, and the local news is talking about flooding...And all I can think of is how nice the warmth feels...And flowers, we had six inches of snow last week, and flowers poking up this week. I hope mother nature is trying to tell us something...

Great Write Emily!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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hmm so serene, I see the grass - the feel of spring personified here - you bottle images so well!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is so strong, so immediate. You really capture the essence of spring, particularly water going over the rocks. You do actually need to paddle don't you? You need to embrace Spring, that's whar it's there for.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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