Springtime's Womb
A poem about seasonal rebirth
Early spring
Birds sing
To me as I rise
Eyes
Gaze upward
At blue skies
What a day this will be
Full of possibility
I open the door
Spirit soars
As I peer out
Heart full of wonder
Absence of doubt
The sun is warm
Tiny buds form
On the bushes and trees
New life blooms
Right in front of me
Tis the season of rebirth
For all lifeforms
On the earth
Fresh spring showers
Nourish
Plants and flowers
Flourishing
Spring greens
Dewdrops sparkling
In the bright
Morning light
Life pulses in the womb of spring
New beginning
Promise and growth
Nature’s solemn oath
To reappear
To return each year
Colors, scents, sounds
Life pervades, life abounds
Energy
Within me, around me
Connecting
And affecting
Absolutely everything
Singing
Songs of joy
Songs that employ
A vast miracle
Of a spherical
Rejuvenation
A coming and going
Reaping and sewing
One season at a time
Life
A gift from the divine
About the Creator
Bridget Vaughn
Bridget Vaughn is a Freelance Writer and a Yoga Teacher with a passion for creating meaningful heartfelt content.
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