This post by Elle May B was in response to my post ‘Waiting for Bluebells’.
Soft light caresses my eyelids
I stir, a deep sigh
Warmth kisses my cheek
I stretch, open my eyes
Music lifts my soul
Singing, a robin, a sparrow?
I rise, pull back the curtain
Sunlight floods the room
Misty dew caresses the green
Life stirs, deep under the earth
Warmth kisses the trees
Bark stretches, buds open
Bird music, blossom singing
Sap is rising, winters curtain is lifted
Life floods the garden
The alarm, mechanical tinkling
No need, Iām awake
I enjoyed Elle’s poetry too. Spring will soon be here. š
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Thank you for being a harbinger of spring today, Carole.
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