Parade of Springtime
free spirit of spring: a new foliage
wraps the air; vagabond sunset awakes
upon colored tones,
mounds of rosebud lips drip of
citrine sensation…how beautiful they are, enough
to rustle hundreds of maiden’s smiles: and while
the swags of spring cuddles gemmed lilacs and
dewed tulips--- a plump view shapes the morns
into a spray of mountain blooms, spreading
sheer rapture on long, wild green fields---
and flowers burst more daring than
the red, orange and pink of sunlight,
a trinket of bulbs surfs along garden beds
waving their flamenco hands to greet
tangled wet weeds. ...and much like the sun
they were born from, florets thrust their
tanned arms radiant, rare, robust…
a parade of garlands dressed in satin hues
burst on the first touch of light: finally,
earth’s flesh is decked in springtime glow…waltzing
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for P.D's' Spring Contest
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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