My soul soars with childlike glee
while every bush and sleeping tree
yawns with fresh humility
before the light that magically
wipes away gray dormancy
transforming with pure ecstasy,
its palette filled abundantly
with Spring’s unique majesty.
I hold my breath!
Lest jealous Death-
Old Man Winter’s anarchist-
arrange a final chilling tryst,
her miracles to strip and crush
even as the soft pink blush
warms sweet Camelia’s face
and leave instead to take its place-
but shrivelled hope.
The bitter sting
of lovely Spring
in her tracks.
Don’t tarry as our hearts quiver,
noses run and bodies shiver.
We wait in silent anticipation
for Summer’s warm emancipation,
our toes to curl in golden sands,
and fireflies snagged by expert hands
as sultry sunset tints the blue
in orange, rose and violet hue.
I see your skillful hand
as you stitch the canvas
of the land-
so richly grand
why he is jealous.
Copyright words and images 2019
I have been so inspired by Spring’s slow, jerky arrival and so hopeful for new opportunities. Creative juices flow this time of year and last weekend I made this little light catcher. It cheered me so that I kept it for myself and hung it in my bedroom window where the light at sunset falls just right.
Happy #free48 everyone! Celebrate Spring and do check out Linda’s page for today’s prompt and rules. Today’s word prompt was cele-