Finding Fertility
Spring is here,
the new blooms in wild thrush,
The cold has left,
the open door,
the mistrust
and apprehension
of faded wallpaper,
of broken sleep,
will soon become
the blueprint
for renovation.
The seeds are sowed,
for pleasant hellos
and distant memories,
new life in red hues
blazing,
into long, winding fields
Bridges burnt
are obsolete
and unsuitable for journeys
Spring is here,
the frost
is beginning to melt
under soft rays of a soft sun
Hidden under rocks,
till overturned
by disasters
unplanned
by nature's clever dream
Spring is here,
the new blooms in wild thrush,
The cold has left,
the open door,
the mistrust
and apprehension
of faded wallpaper,
of broken sleep,
will soon become
the blueprint
for renovation.
The seeds are sowed,
for pleasant hellos
and distant memories,
new life in red hues
blazing,
into long, winding fields
Bridges burnt
are obsolete
and unsuitable for journeys
Spring is here,
the frost
is beginning to melt
under soft rays of a soft sun
Hidden under rocks,
till overturned
by disasters
unplanned
by nature's clever dream
Comments
:-D...its beautiful as usual.