Fresh fallen spring rain
caressed, licked, warmed
the cool drizzle.
A bed of newborn leaves
glistened, bent, dipped.
silently laid upon the soddened, awakened earth.
Leaves unfurled in the spring-like chill.
A bird’s trill entered a melodic rhythm.
The delicate muted pink layers
Grand jeté of apple blossoms
Bees hummed with the earth
to a pulse and a breath.
An unabashed crescendo
released in the sturdy branches
of nature’s love.
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Ed: Bryonie Wise
Roopa Swaminathan. I write real and fictitious stories about life, issues, love, loss, g…