Spring

Softly falling into weightless mind.
Blowing dandelion messengers across time.
Drying up from salty kisses.
Sun rays decorate the day.
Bare feet stretching free.
Sun baked bicycle seats.
Finally seeing knees.

From the driven eyes filled smitten.
Breezes caressing skin, bathing in ocean wind.
Oils glisten deepening touch.
Human tactility sways.
"It takes spring." the pagan voice says.

Warmly comes the breeze.
A tonic of life giving pleas.
Busy bees buried in pollens tease.
Butterfly kisses blessing arousal,
Natures spirit, out now for survival.

New beginnings form from old regrets.
Awaken clouds proud parade.
Ready to wash what once was away.
Beneath the last frozen breath,
A strength is building unable to rest.
Ready to purge the stale earth.
Prepared, eternally for rebirth.

Reviews

[Sandra Nair]

An excellent poem. It made me feel different. Please do let me know when you write poems of the same genre.

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A wonderful picture of the coming of spring; the cyclical cleansing and rebirth of all life, humankind included. :)

[Malen]

Thank you. It's a wonderous process to observe.
I am glad we get to be a part of every cycle.