Spring
Tiptoe softly through the
white blanketed grove
Can you hear the quiet singing
of the trees
A whispered strain of times
lost long ago
Tread quietly through the
hushed evergreens
Can you feel the untroubled breathing
of the souls
Patiently awaiting the fine
mellow sunshine
Step barefoot through
gently sweeping wind
Do you taste the crisp crystal air
whose tunes flit and
Dance about the gusty breeze
packed with colour
Climb carefully up the
old weathered oak
Do you smell the sweet
scent of pine
That lingers on the long
sturdy branches
Grip white-knuckled your
coarse worn rope
You’re blind to the flourish of colour
that surrounds you
And so black and blue you taint its
lilting rhythm
Wind it slowly round
then close your eyes
Why are you crying Child?
Listen for the sound of the
lights blowing out
Though the buds below your swinging feet
hum with life
- girl and her pencil
YOU ARE READING
midnight rain | ₐ bₒₒₖ ₒf ₚₒₑₘₛ
Poetry"i try so hard to help other people because i have no idea how to help myself" things will get better let beautiful, painful flowers grow from the places where you wept
