IT’S THE SEASON

Source:senj0ugahara

 

 

IT’S THE SEASON

The petals fall fast and furious.

The bare trees watch the fallen.

Limbs shivering in the coming cold.

Pink tears of surrender coat the ground.

As seasons come and go.

Yearning for their lost children.

They lift scraggly arms to the sky.

Prayers will soon be answered,

As seasons come and go.

Coats of white land on their branches.

Night falling all too soon.

Shivers dislodge the packed ice.

Leaving them bare once again.

They lift weary eyes to the sky.

As seasons come and go.

A warm wind caresses their arms.

Eyes open to sprouting buds.

Green and pink sweaters for spring.

Their children have returned.

As seasons come and go.

 

MAGIC

vetyr

Suburban witch

 

 

MAGIC

 

The new spring blooms colors.

But who even bothers

to breathe the sweet air?

I don’t have a care.

My car fails to start,

a walk in the park.

I raise my small hand.

Gone is the quicksand.

I race down the hill,

a heavenly thrill.

Shocked faces turn to me.

Only houses I see.

 

PINK

tulipnight

Spring in Seoul by barami

 

A touch of pink at night.

I do not need much light.

I bud in the dark.

My spot in the park.

Can you feel me touch your hair?

If you cannot, please come near.

I’ll sprout in the spring for you and me.

A prettier sight you will not see.

A MERE REFLECTION?

Source:namk1

 

A reflection of perfection.

Better than the original?

It moves.

It shimmers.

It elongates.

It stretches.

Distorting the original.

A reflection.

HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL

 

What can be better

than sitting on a bench

in the warm weather,

watching people, and

daydreaming?

Nothing.

 

• 

opticallyaroused:

 

Warm weather,

soft winds,

pretty blooms,

are all part of the

best time of year.

Welcome to spring.

 

• 

ohmydisney

Spring = Flowers.

 

Hope springs eternal.

Enjoy the new season!

 

COLD HEART

 

Ice fills my cold heart,

Closing in on all sides.

Soon it will be frozen,

Entombed in winter frost.

Trees droop heavy with snow,

Branches hanging low with icicles.

My heart sinks heavy with ice,

Frozen until spring melts the frost.

 

LET IT BLOOM

 

LET IT BLOOM

Watch the rose bloom.
It’s not too soon.

The lovely smell.
It rings my bell.

The pink color.
Like no other.

Face to the sun.
Ready for fun.

Velvet to the touch.
I love it so much.

I’m ready for spring.
To hear the birds sing.

I’m eager for the first bloom.
Definitely not too soon.

Let it bloom.