She Grows

She Grows

A rain, of sparkling gold spills out with morning.

Leaf-light touch of wetted kisses pours forth.

Cascading to the pooling waters that encircle feather fine petals.

 

The garden drinks in the daylight, soaking in spring’s tears.

Each flower whispers the silence of a breeze,

As the sun peeks out through smoky clouds.

 

The silvered stroke of morning dew, paints the stems slick,

the leaf, branch, and spine of a thorn. Beads of water

reach over the edge, dripping from the barbed tip.

 

Clear rain droplets spill out, lashing a passing praying mantis.

It struggles in the vines, drenched in dew,

it drinks the water from itself, taking it in, to be renewed.

 

Tangled in the emerald web of a struggle, for light,

the weeds are ripped away, and her cancer dies;

no longer breeding with the night.

 

The morning feeds new hope,

as pearl light brings awakening. She grows

as the clouds give to Springs birth, so pure and new.

 

Reviews

[Zoya Sahai]

Its just fabulous! You've painted the picture right there with each minute detail covered so beautifully..! Its exceptional..!

[Sophia Marie]

Thank you, I appreciate every comment other go out of their way to make. It makes it all come together when you know others can connect with your writing. Thanks

[MAC]

vividly descriptive with perfect flow. an incrediblely well crafted poem. i am envious.

[Sophia Marie]

Thank you both for your responses, I never know what people will think of each poem I post.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

spring, nature, love...all here, all so majestic...

and the alliteration...enhancing the lines...as if this poem is whispering love.

jacob

This Sophia, is exceptional writing. Your words bring grace, light, and a purity with them... I can't hardly describe. You're such a talent. Moving and touching. 100~

- Elisa