April 7, 2024 2:16 pm
I’ve got tired legs,
and sleep-heavy eyes,
want to lay like a bug
under a wet rock.
But the wildflower scent
hangs thin in the breeze,
and the fresh grass sways lush.
And the mellow sun
dances slowly with
the newly thawing wind.
A beautiful, flirtatious beginning
as they both
allow themselves
a gradual cascade.
A moment in time
as spring flows in,
I stop to hear
the buds
and baby leaves
babble.
I must stay awake
and keep my eyes open
To watch the slow dance
grow to a tempestuous,
torrential crescendo
To hear the leaves and flowers
scream green
and yellow, and violet.
As spring’s whispers
grow into summer’s shouts,
I’ve got to be here, now.
Posted by shriviews
Tags: free verse, open verse, poetry, springtime
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