Spring

She ran through the forest with pleasure,
Swift and delicate
Like a touch of light breeze.
Leaving behind a trailing melody of her presence -

Each tone,
Each note
Resonating through the woken branches
With young leaves and sparkles of fresh flowers.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

You've painted a lovely and interesting scene with these few words. Personally, I'd like to see it lengthened.

[Leo]

Thank You! Glad you liked it. I have much longer stories too, but I do tend to bury myself into too much words at times. That's why I actually like throwing those splashes of quick impressions once in a while, rather than always going for a complete and developed story line.

[Samuel Dickens]

I do that sometimes, myself.