Spring Fling
The decrepit Winter door drudges open drearily,
And with it, delivers a deluge of drunken delight--
Soft succulent sapphire skies violate my visions,
I stand suffused with muse and mystery in moiety;
A masked man in vast lands of vivacious vehicles,
Each infusing ineffable idyllic ideas into my mind;
Black and blue sockets, eyes beaten by the barrage,
Blinded by the balmy birth of a blistering breed;
This season on Earth, first fauna felt after the melt,
Helps herald the harbingers of heavenly halcyon;
Spring-suede-sod serenely softens somnolent steps,
Woken from within Winter's weary woebegone walls;
Lunges of my lithe legs leave languid lassitude lost,
A grimace graciously gone I gambol glorious groves;
Ethos ebulliently erupting into opulent olfactory scents,
Precious-painted-petals, the smell of perfumed petrichor;
Vestigial vents of weather'y whiffs and feather'y sniffs,
Revolvers of rhapsodic rays release heat upon my rust;
Consummate creations cascading comely conflations,
Slowly saunter splintered shadows of snowy sorrow;
A demure dalliance decadently drizzled in dulcet desire,
My forgotten fear of yesterday's forever falling flakes;
An everlasting elixir of eloquently enchanting equinox,
Fixes my frostbitten flaws and forges fresh life until Fall;
March 17, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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