Spring arrives quietly.
In coughs and fits
false starts each but
with a warmth and wealth
in gold there now.
Morning frost soon
gives way to welcome dew
…dripping into life.
In these realms of splendour
I become.
Growing out of silence
as the spirit moves me
through liquid light of healing.
Transparent bridges cross
rivers of shadows and mist
after the storms have passed.
April offers a certain euphoria
to be found as a host of
nature’s waking sounds sweep
over my soul
leading me onto the threshold
of life’s newest hopes and dreams.
~*~
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