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Spring is nearing...nearing....
with clear skies and grass peering
up through the debris.
The trees, once solitary skeletons
sober and somber
are interrupted by a barely perceptible haze
a haze of pale green
a haze of life
not yet leaves
the wind breathes
through the wispy ends of branches
and they
move.
They move as winter never moved them.
Some buds boldly burst from
sickly dry twigs of other trees
and they seem so tittering
and glittering with newness
I almost bend my head
to lend an ear
and listen for fizzing
or buzzing
of frantic life.
with clear skies and grass peering
up through the debris.
The trees, once solitary skeletons
sober and somber
are interrupted by a barely perceptible haze
a haze of pale green
a haze of life
not yet leaves
the wind breathes
through the wispy ends of branches
and they
move.
They move as winter never moved them.
Some buds boldly burst from
sickly dry twigs of other trees
and they seem so tittering
and glittering with newness
I almost bend my head
to lend an ear
and listen for fizzing
or buzzing
of frantic life.
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I wrote this on a walk through university in the springtime...it can mean so many different things to me. A simple observation about budding life? An invitation to open hearts? An inspiration to be reborn, like the trees in spring?
I love the feeling I get in spring; the feeling of frantic life about to begin, the urgency in acts as simple as breathing.
I love the feeling I get in spring; the feeling of frantic life about to begin, the urgency in acts as simple as breathing.
© 2006 - 2024 Aeternus-Spero
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...They move as winter never moved them...
that line makes me soar.
Honest.
I wish, I wish I could have seen the day that inspired these halting whispered words. They shine like grass coming up through old leaves. I see spring in this. I feel cold sunlight. I feel new. Thankyou
that line makes me soar.
Honest.
I wish, I wish I could have seen the day that inspired these halting whispered words. They shine like grass coming up through old leaves. I see spring in this. I feel cold sunlight. I feel new. Thankyou