Wanton breeze, so merrily, bird-song greets dawning
No one should miss, one second of this, so gently
Notated in imaginary key, part ramble
Running outside two-sided doors, capturing air
Dew tickling toes, reality and daydreams mix
Morning mists envelope magic, more or less in bliss
Flower bud, if hesitant, Sun plays piper's tune
Like a first kiss, warm touch of lips, touch nature sings
Melodies sense harmonizing, bottom to top
Treetops flitter, new baby born, knows but one note
Once hunger fled, variety of whistles earn
Springtime glimpses of heaven, to touch, hold and yearn
Single light, night encloses, with window open
Thoughts strewn with gist, sweet pleasure tips, pink sky blushes
Horizon holding many, thoughtful clouds to pass
Days growing longer, plants showboat, blue sky laughs
Sundry meetings, heated discussion, rain so fine
Comfort season, so leavened, freshly watching signs
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Sounds of spring. We're hearing the birds every morning and throughout the day. I think we might be hearing baby-birds too, though it's still getting into the 30's at night. You write this and it makes me feel hopeful, about a variety of things. Thank you.
Marilyn
Like a first kiss, warm touch of lips, touch nature sings..."
Absolutely loved it, dear Bill! :-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Raspberry girl’s purring dreams
I would love to see that.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Your work continues to soar, William.
Simply amazing the poetic trajectory you´ve taken with your vision since your terrible blow. We are all fortunate that you came through not just okay, but somehow capable of soaring further than ever before.
Spring has sprung here, too.
beautiful poem William
Now isn't that a fresh new image that I love.
Thank you, William. Be well.