in hopeful light of spring's first dawn,
morning dew whispers to the waking crocus,
take me back
to rumors of a thawing earth,
where life stirs
under the lifting weight of winter
take me back
to the cardinals' return,
their red frame a stark contrast
against the fading gray.
They sing beneath the sun,
coaxing the buds on barren branches
to blush shades of green
at their melody.
by the brook,
children shed their coats
and the water dances over smooth stones,
take me back
to laughter tangled in the wind,
small hands plucking daffodils,
and mud-splattered boots.
under the vast stretch of awakening skies,
clouds part like curtains
unveiling spring’s reign,
take me back
to the ever-present scent
of rain on pavement,
fresh and sharp — the fragrance of renewal.
to gardens where lovers walk,
hands still clasped, vines entwined,
take me back
to promises whispered through bushes,
floral buds witnessing vows renewed
spring holds us, briefly
in the cradle of rebirth
take me back
About the Creator
Elizabeth
College student, writer, artist :)
I mainly write poetry, I'm currently working on compiling and publishing a book of poems themed around Spring. Any works here with the subtitle "Spring: The Anthology" will be a part of that collection.
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Great job congratulations
Beautifully written. Well done!
Beautiful, beautiful! Well done and this ❣️: coaxing the buds on barren branches to blush shades of green at their melody. 💕