Happy Spring

I've missed you. This reads as though you've also left winter airs to inhale and dance in spring; I sense spring attitude in your own bloom. I hope I'm right, if not I know it is an eventual thing. Sweetie, SoupMail was sick the day I learned you'd written. I looked again, it's working but you aren't there, bummer. Do again, yes? Loved reading this, and seeing that signature longline, too. I'll read the collaborative when I've room for the pain, full now but I make room quickly.

A lovely poem full of brightness and joy Anne! Debx

Dearest Anne, I am sorry I missed this poem that has spring skipping right up to the doorstep. I love how your lines move with that childlike bounce, butterflies and flowers tumbling through the rhythm. It reads like a little pocket of sunshine you can carry around. After all you are that little sunshine in my life. Blessings, Dearest Anne, Daniel

as uplifting as the spring season is and a joy to read. thanks for sharing

' sunshine, sprinkles- frolicking butterflies and flowers. ' The beauty of Spring and everything.. dancing delightfully in-between. : ) I love this time of year and your words take me there. My heart is smiling, Anne. Many wonderful blessings to you. : ) Hugs, Brandy

beautiful poetry, loved specially the elegance of alliterations wishes dear poet

You described spring perfectly.. This is love Anne.. Hope you are well..

Reading your poem makes my heart brim with spring joy. Wish you a Happy Spring dear Anne.

Happy Spring, Anne. Sunshine & nature's birds especially, put us in sunny moods. Nice ode to joy. xX

I cannot express how it felt to read joy and sunshine just a glowing in a write by your pen. I LOVE seeing this side of you, Anne, and I want more. I knew it, I knew it, you've had a smiling attitude in your pocket all along just needed time, as we all do in life from time to time, some of us, me, get jolted frequently with painful hits; emotionally, stressfully and physically jolted to again find a best landing place. I'm in a mood society bs construed, can you tell?

My poem is meant to be sad even if in truth it is fiction partly. I read many stories about such abuse. Your poem is of a happy nature. Loved the alliteration. I don't know when I'll post agin as I am devoted to the Holy week. But hopefully it will not be a sad poem.