Spring

Spring
Ahhhhh
As the frost leaves the ground
I feel my mind begin to thaw
Old emotions rise
New possibilities
The sun rises on previously dull eyes
All things seem within my grasp
Emerging thoughts sprout from the dried ground
What seemed barren has been renewed
Heart quickens 
Still affected 
Nose intoxicated
I can taste the air
Anticipation
Invigoration
Muscles ready to move
I shake off the residue of a long cold winter
Dark days no longer my concearn
Time for dancing
Singing
Dreaming
Time for sleeping has ended
Remnants of youth flow through my veins
I rise once again
I am still part of spring
An old tree with new leaves
Standing proud
Yet swayed
Moved by the winds of change
Ahhhhhh
Spring
In the fall of my life
Yet you and I coexist
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Ellison Avatar
March 24, 2013 at 7:28 PM
You are turning out some great stuff Mr. Rick! This is an beautiful ode to the upcoming seasons! Well done my friend!
Lamoureux Avatar
March 26, 2013 at 8:16 AM
Thanks Jack, nice to have a visit from you.
Horsman Avatar
March 24, 2013 at 10:08 AM
i love the spring in the fall of your life,, count me in on that, again amazing poetry from you Richard, just like another new spring, your poetry bare's also the renewal, another slant to this genre of ours,,
Lamoureux Avatar
March 24, 2013 at 12:05 PM
Thanks Harry, the thing about getting older is that I still feel young until I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Gorelick Avatar
March 24, 2013 at 8:48 AM
I love the "old tree with new leaves"..nice! BG
Lamoureux Avatar
March 24, 2013 at 12:05 PM
Thanks Barbara.
Manassian Avatar
March 24, 2013 at 7:45 AM
LOVELY! :) Spring is a beautiful time of the year...You are not in the fall of your life, Richard! You are in summer! :)
Lamoureux Avatar
March 24, 2013 at 8:06 AM
Perhaps the tail end Ha ha ha. I am okay with either, in fact fall is one of my favorite seasons and if I am lucky an Indian summer will be tossed in for good measure.
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