Spring sleeps

Soft murmurs of green
Dormant under old snow
Whisper to each other
Like old lovers.

Don’t tell me
That same tired story.
I want to hear about
Joyous new moments
Of rain caressing leaves,
Of the breathlessness of bees,
Of the warm deep roots of trees.

Keep buzzing forward
Toward the new spring.

But don’t rush.

Let me savor the long slow wait.
So that I can warm each cell
By the sun of your words.

Oh

It is going to be sooooo good.

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  1. Trackback: The breeze caresses us as we sleep « Greatpoetrymhf’s Weblog

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