In Spring's Beginning
My veins go crazy; my heart takes wing;
My dreams vibrate so passionately,
With bone-tingling rapture —
Chimes singing the first breeze on earth —
That when I'm in the throes of spring's beginning,
Listening to the love notes of songbirds,
Focusing on the opening nodes of Bradford pears,
Gazing at a half moon exposing my shadow,
I can almost not control what my soul composes
For its wild veins, soaring heart, resonating dreams.
It's then that I know I'm spring's creator.
03/23/10 - (1)
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