Song of Spring
Spring in her step, she’s stepped into spring;
Long silence lapsing, she’s longing to sing.
Keying the lock, she unlocks the keys,
Soothing sweet sonnets, soft melodies.
Tuning her pitch, she pitches her tune;
Heavenly choirs, splendidly crooned.
Flirting with flowers, she flits through the hours,
Blossoming, blooming, testing her powers.
Birthing, unearthing breathtaking views;
Ballooning, expanding, melodious muse.
Loamy rich overtones, lavish, lush spoils,
Overtures plenty - turned in the soil.
Pleasantly following phonic pursuits,
Soulful production of flavorful fruits.
Knowingly rises, ascended, arose;
A rose’s sweet scent awakens the nose.
Arranged like a rainfall, like bells on a roof;
Sonically soaring - aloft, not aloof.
Like slipping through sieves with clever deceiving,
Looming in view, a loom that she’s weaving.
Minding her time, she needs no reminding;
Bound for a spell, she’s simply spellbinding.
Taking a breather, she puts on the brakes.
Shuttering shuddering, tremulous shakes;
Tenacious timbre, tremendous takes,
A garden of glorious growth in her wake.
----------
for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written 03/21/2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
