an air of spring -
spring-tide breeze blows,
tickling blossoms on a plum
branch, set free, loose and
giggling in the air, dancing
in the gold sun like pixies ...
capricious in their flight, a
whimsical drift, aromatic,
elegant and flawless like
the wild wishes of a child ...
floating to purpose anew,
to alight on a dream afar,
enigmatic, joyous, true ...
as blessed in the journey
as they are in the order
of their exquisite design,
as sure with their destiny
as they are in the perfect,
sweet, resplendent sacrifice ...
sublime essence of being,
the lifeblood of existence ...
a bright, crisp, glorious
morning breath of nature ...
itself.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Pick E, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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