Spring

Is there a chance for the wind to speak louder

So I can understand the words

Painted over some dry leaves?

Is there a chance for the snow to melt faster

So I can see the first green blade of grass

Drawn over the earth’s surface?

I want the spring to unveil with its sunny rays

The colors of the trill of young birds.

And by the time the last grain of snow will be melt

I’ll touch the cubic stone of the place

Where all my dreams are leading.

I’ll catch the sight my eyes were craving for

And take you by the hand,

I’ll let your steps guide me gently

To the road you know so well.

The road that holds the fragrance of the shy first kiss

Where our lips will burn under the spell of sun

And our hearts will beat again,

Fast.

Reviews

[Soul Fire]

Wow. Just Wow. You explained everything so beautifully. This is stunningly beautiful. It displays the anticipation for spring time and all it's wonders. Very well written. Beautiful work. Very outside of the box. I loved how you were able to make a whole new concept of the wishing and waiting for the warm summer days we all experience during wintertime and the beginning of spring. Very well done.

[Rachel Jane]

thanks :)

[Soul Fire]

you are welcome :D

[Robin]

patience tugging at it's reins , the heart in the throes of anticipation ..

[Rachel Jane]

:) awesome as always Robin!