Spring

The besotted structure Blooming with possibilities; The dreaded suture Mending the menacing reality. The draft has succumbed To the whispers of the morning sun, The cherry blossoms become The hope long forgotten. Saliently sailing into the new light Piercing through the blackened night, Riding the tides to the spirit of twilight, Irksome worries abandoned, forthright – Nestled and free to forge the flight past fright, … Continue reading Spring