The Promise of Spring
I feel the rush of spring
Its energy breaths
In every being’s soul
It is brought to me
By each smell in the breeze
And a rush of wings
I hear it as it sighs
Through every cat's breath
And my heart's longing cries
Winter has not yet gone
Spring is just a dream
In bright dawn light
But I still feel spring
As day light teases
Sparkling spider webs
Bright touch of green
And wind through trees
With the promise of spring
Tara M. Barrett
January 20, 2010
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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