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The Smell of Spring- Poem and artwork
I love the way the sun plays
With the shadows on the wall
Through the windows they create a cascade
Of clear golden showers for all.
I have to draw the light in so tight
And hold it close
I don’t want to let go of
This warmth that releases me.
I take it in, all the way in
I breathe in the soft glow
I am at once alive,
I can’t deny
The sun has saved
My silent soul.
When it is spring, I open windows wide
To breath in crisp air intermingled with spice.
I smell the wisps of perfume
When I am in my mother’s room.
What words could I use
To express the sweet bliss
Of fragrances that blend
All the smells are defined
In my nostrils
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More of my Poetry here:
- Our Love and In the Forest - Random Ramblings of Poetry
Sometimes my mind runs away with me, and I start writing it down.
- Mixed Moods and other poetry
the fallen may rise again: Her bright eyes shine and elven voice sings.My fingertips drum as his chopping thrums. Making Music: My head spins with The colorful chaos. My fingers jump and wrists twist
- Erin B Best Dramatic Poetry: Noises, Demons, At A De...
Noises Bloodsucking mesh of a messed up mind is seeking for a good remark the shriek of demons She shrieks sharply through the iron gatethat is closed against my pervading spirit.Poems by ErinB
- My Poetry Of Love
This poem was inspired by a close friend from high school.Flash forward five years, and I am inspired by someone completely different.
- Winter Poetry
Read about my thoughts on Winter in NH with two of my original poems: HIbernation and Sounds of Silence
Perfect! A little Greenhouse!
Read more Spring Poetry!!
- Spring Poetry & Spring Birthdays
In literature, Spring means newness and a renewed spirit after a dormant or harsh winter. The literary spring means rebirth and renewal, a time for second chances and healing. Hope.
- Haiku about Spring
Haiku for Spring, poetry and prose.
- Sakura. The Falling of the Cherry Blossom. Poetry. ...
Poem based on - spring the time of year when cherry blossoms flower is supposed to be a happy time, but sometimes such beauty blends with the sadness we are feeling - read the poem here -
- My Love Affair With Spring~
Like butterflies in Spring, poetry awakens the spirit, stirs the imagination and explores the possibilities with each stroke of its rhythmic wings. ~Jamie Lynn Morris
- Great Pieces of Poetry Reading
God's Rainy Lullaby Pitter Pat, droplets fall on my window pane Soft and Warm you speak to me My cozy friend "the rain" I smell the must-like odor as you touch the ground You make me feel so peaceful that rythymic...