Sense of Spring

Spring sees the snow capped mountains distant to the sea

Spring looks like a beautiful gown of yellow buds on bright green leaves in deeply furrowed fields of daffodils

Spring smells like fresh mowed grass and salty air

Spring inhales the freshness of the breeze on her puffy clouds

Spring tastes like honey and nectar filled blooms

Spring licks her lips covered in pollen and smiles

Spring touches the imagination with a twist of longing for long lazy days ahead

Spring feels like a fever waiting to break —warmth mixed with chilly bursts and sweet relief

Spring hears giggling gulls and high pitched squeals of children

Spring listens to winter as he hangs his head in regret, sensing his remorse that it couldn’t go on longer as he marches off into the horizon.

©Belindabotzong2018

Author: belindabotzong

I am a writer of historical fiction currently working on a novel based in Washington State from the years of 1900-1945. I love to write poetry and prose inspired by Creation, as well as share in life's journey through grief, mental illness, and travel. I am very blessed to be able to pursue my passion of writing, creating, and sharing my thoughts here.

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