Encased in a flower’s grasp, secrets hide.
Enveloped in a tree’s tight grip, secrets hide.
Protected by their mother, secrets hide.
Beneath the surface of a pool, secrets hide.
Something stirs on the breeze, a scent pure, fresh.
Spring.
The flower’s grip loosens.
The tree’s grip releases.
The mother’s protection grows stronger.
The pool stirs.
The sun’s rays reach out.
As if by magic, the world wakes up.
Buds erupt, flowers burst forth, lambs, chicks and calves make their first shaky steps.
The pool’s surface breaks, the sun’s heat grows stronger.
After the transformation from dormant to alive, all life flourishes.
Spring has arrived….
6 responses to “Spring, by Emma”
That’s lovely. Did Emma write it if so I’m very impressed?xx
Yes, I wrote spring this morning when I got bored . Thank you for your comment ,Emma.xxx
That’s really good Emma. First poem of yours I’ve read. Look forward to the next! Grandpa x
Me and Emma will be in competition, what with my Cyan Clouds poem I wrote at school!!
This is brilliant, you should enter this for a competition
Thats brilliant Emma, well done. I think you might be a writer like George hopes to be. She had her first day at writers college this morning… xx
Thats wonderful Emma, well done. I think you might be a writer like George hopes to be. She has had her first day at writers college this morning. xxxx