Crushed amongst gormless blooming daffodils
for it seems unable to assimilate just how I managed to deceive
and drive it out
as I allow sweet petals to brush softly against my legs
to soothe my soul that’s crying out.
Feeling, then makes its way into my soul
You are Spring
and I a traveler lost in pursuit of recognizing the world
I wish to mirror your vitality rising from the earth,
as arrows of want
lift me higher from the ground
I have never before seen the wind caress the clouds
never before felt novelty throb inside the heart and veins.
Soon oranges and greys spill across the darkening sky
in their lustrous glow and enamoring light
between layers of innocence and startling sensuality
can you feel
March spreading its wings and daring us to dream?
can you feel hesitation instinctively release and drift away?
And though world with its pessimism continues to deride
come, let us contend together for desire is mostly rouge
and a little insane
as droplets of rain that meld with breath and can not die.
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Posted for Weekend Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads
And Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United