Spring


He spies the soft down
along the back of her regal neck,
thinking of new awakenings in the now of Spring

She gazes across meadows,
vast, open, fertile, and verdant,
thinking of new births in the future of Spring

Petrov-Vodkin: Spring

7 comments:

Haiku Tuna said...

This one is more tuna than haiku but feels right for today ;-)

Helen said...

Oh my, got the message loud and clear.....

mindlovemisery said...

Gorgeous you have such grace

The Write Girl said...

So playful and sensual. I love the rhythm in this poem as well.

Tess Kincaid said...

Excellent...

Katherine said...

Eloquently written!

zongrik said...

birth in the spring - wow


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