through cracks in cloudy skies
beams of this young sun cut
like morning light creeps in
the crack between my curtains
thick blankets of snow melt into
rainy days and green shoots
as winter loses its stubborn hold
and the world slips into spring
warmth wakes the earth
pulling it from its hibernation
the time for sleep is over
now comes the rebirth of nature
hesitant flowers are coaxed
out of hiding and into bloom
bright colours flowing around me
i find myself in a painter's paradise
down drift gentle blossoms
pale petals flutter in the breeze
as a flowing skirt may ripple
caressed by the soft spring draft
sunlight casts a glow on everything
casts a smile upon my face
and somehow I begin to enjoy
early morning walks in the rain
it's times like these when magic
could almost be believable
when the grey clouds clear and
the sun shines through my curtains
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It Runs In Our Code
Poetrythe two of us together we're straining against our stitches so many coded kisses have been encrypted on our lips { this is where we continue to ponder the absence of all capital letters } This is my second book of poetry, a sequel of sorts to Eyes F...
