Thursday, 11 March 2010

Spring springs 4th...

Winter's icy fingers reluctantly release their grip on Gaia's realms.

'Le Soliel', huge gaseous ball of light and life dissolving blankets from our beds.
Rebirth and renewal.
Tentative, the
season's vital signs are now revealed.
White to green to snow drop, white.

Trickles become tributaries, become singing streams.
Imagined, lazy swimming, cool clear lake water.
Dreaming barefoot, on a dew kissed sunflower Sunday.
Let an avian chorus herald the coming of Spring.

Blessed Be


Jenandollie said...

Lovely, makes you feel you are there.

I've got a blogger award for you over on my blog if you would like to come and collect it.


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