Spring Is Around Here Somewhere.

.....For an hour or so this morning it actually looked and felt like Spring for just a little. I caught myself staring out the window a couple of times. It's totally gone now, but a sonnet of sorts assembled. Needs to be 'fixed', as is normal. But wanted to get the words down before I forgot them.

When petals pink sigh softly on the wind.
As joyous kisses they strain towards the Earth.
In passion they caress her honied skin.
To whisper to her of undying worth.

Her heart beats swift with warm waves of the land.
Blood coursing through veins made hot by the sun.
Life filled with purpose grasped firm by her hand.
Its essence flashing as gems on the run.

She surges joy, sleep shaking from her soul.
As promises made quickly are fulfilled.
A yearning to breath deep from plenty's bowl.
Across a growing green Earth nature's tilled.

The winter's dark sleep thrust away in haste.
To welcome rebirth from Spring's first grown taste.

.....Aaron / Arontius.