Spring Poetry - Tumblr Posts

love is rising

rivers are flowing

sun is setting,

come in to the dark with me.

don’t resist me

feel it all

follow the call

the beats of our hearts

the defeats of our past screaming

but we ignore them

to look ahead

for better days

for better ways to live and love

to find the clouds and rise above.

i always say winter or fall is my favorite but then i remember those early spring days when the air is cold but there's not a cloud in the sky. so maybe spring is my favorite. but then i remember swimming in the river with my best friends and having picnics in the park and i think maybe summer is my favorite. but then i remember the smell of new rain on decaying leaves and fall seems like my favorite too! and then i think about how quiet the world is when it snows and how every breath feels like waking up and all of a sudden winter is my favorite. isn't it a wonderful world we live in?

spring dawn

You’re the snowdrop that delicately lifts 

Its head up from the melting snow—

The way first blades of grass push up

through the blanketed plateau. 

You’re the shy and rosy blush 

Of the briar’d, waxen rose; 

The golden warmth of apricity

and the hopping, playful crows. 

You’re the soft and dew-touched hush 

Of the leaves after the rain—

The deep bellow of white-winged geese 

Heading home—home—again. 

You’re the fragile, dainty dance 

Of the young and prancing fawn; 

The dappled light of komorebi 

From the slow rising of spring dawn.