Winter's End
Winter’s fury
has long died;
fading, weary,
she comes to pass.
Sunlight spills
across open yards,
blotted white -
then, one last
chilled breath
escapes with might
before succumbing
to southern breeze.
The seasons
transform with ease.
Subdued colors
slowly brighten -
in budding delight,
rising, swaying,
searching sky,
they sleep no more.
Pale cheeks,
soft to touch,
cheerfully blush.
Love blooms
in wake of warmth
and bubbling sounds
of children’s laughter.
Under a hearty sun,
bare feet and legs
long to lilt
as passion follows
deepening breath
out to taste the open air,
waiting for night
to kiss in the flush
of descending moonlight –
as shooting stars
sleep no more.
last sparks in the fireplace
cool, no longer needed
to kindle romance.
Feeling alive,
I soften to the touch
of spring dew,
the joyous music -
rustling leaves,
songbird’s melody,
fresh falling rain;
nature’s dance,
taking her time
to seed waking soil
until she voraciously
catches fire
seeking summer
like a lost love –
a restless gypsy
on a journey-
she sleeps no more.
Spring dresses earth
in liveliest colors…
and I smile,
Overwhelmed with the beauty
touching my soul
and sun showers falling
on sweetened dreams.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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