In the realm of Spring's gentle sway,
Where nature paints a vibrant display,
I find myself lost in a blooming reverie,
Where fragrant blossoms enchant with glee.
Amidst a tapestry of colors so divine,
Nature's artistry, a sight to enshrine,
Whispers of petals kissed by the golden sun,
A symphony of life that has just begun.
Delicate tulips, standing tall and proud,
Dancing daffodils, a jubilant crowd,
Cherry blossoms adorn every bough,
Nature's masterpiece, I humbly vow.
With each step, the earth awakes,
As dormant dreams and hope takes,
Springtime whispers secrets to the heart,
A season where new beginnings start.
Oh, Spring! Your arrival, a cherished gift,
A chance for weary souls to uplift,
In your embrace, we find solace and mirth,
As you breathe new life upon this earth.
So, let us revel in Spring's tender grace,
And let its beauty our spirits embrace,
For in this season's fleeting embrace,
Love, hope, and joy we forever chase.
About the Creator
jiadhh
Look Forward to my Work in the Future.
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli6 days ago in Poets
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