The Spell Of Spring

Written by: Albert Ahearn

Exfoliative sycamore Limbs splay low above the water like giraffe's drinking from the shore at some silty, placid river. Where once their arthritic branches at the mercy of winters winds it’s springs meliorative changes that bring green budding knobby limbs. Here I sit astride a boulder overlooking the riverbank awestruck by springs natural wonders recurrent offerings enchant me like a mesmerizer’s spell: enthralled, hypnotized, compelled.