Spring Cleaning
Fresh sweat runs down from eyes to chin
a foamy day launders hand with air’s foam,
washing the slime of April's gray mould
and dressing up a brightened face to roam.
Brooms of nature scrub old clay
mopping fields as skies polish new trees.
Prayers stem from fingers rinsed by dew,
till ocean cleanses itself from soiled grease.
A merry dawn radiates on meadows green
serenading young bouquets kissed by winds.
Oh, soft rhapsody of cherubs bathes the light
chanting praises of joy this fine season brings.
At last, renewed spirit buffs old whiskers
when May's verdant carpet spreads the sun.
Heaven peeps from afar with warm delight
for joyful spring's cleaning rites, finally spun!
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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