Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Spring II

Dear God! The flower buds sigh and strech,

Their eager petals to kiss the spring and undress

in its warm breath.

The final shiver slips through little leaves,

before a burst of green implodes to caress

the thin branches of those wintered trees.

Like persephone, each little flower emerges from frosty ground

vital again after two seasons darkness.

Blessed by sweet Helios they stretch their arms in prayer

and give spring a floral crown to wear.


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