Rebirth

Squinting, there I see

in the fog spring's hiding,

with laughing children

playing with trees

in mowed grass.

birds bathing in riverfalls,

bees singing in eardrums,

breeze kissing my hair.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

These are exactly the everyday details from nature that make me feel springtime as a season of rebirth. Your poem starts out somewhat fuzzy from the fog (like waking up), then your descriptions become more & more vivid as the poem goes on (like seeing more & more clearly). Good word sounds to convey the sizzling & buzzing sounds in these springtime scenes! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Yahallo]

Thanks a lot, Margie! Your comments really mean the world to me. :)

Spring is my favourite season! Not too hot, not too cold.