Spring greeting

A poem on the coming of spring by CoraLynn

Spring greeting

This year, spring greeted me when

the branches were still winter-worn.

Hope will soon be budding

at their fingertips as the moon

makes more space for the sun

to rejoice in splendor. Within the early morning

hush the lively birdsong can already be heard,

as sweet little honey-kisses

waking up the slumbering souls

of this world. Everywhere there is

promise and joy floating in the air.

A gentle offering I am eager to fully inhale.

For, I welcome all of this season

to nest itself into my unlovable parts

and thaw the last remnants of

my frosted wintery heart.

CoraLynn

A Gentle Quill

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