I hear a humming.
Insects swarming.
I see the blossom
petals forming.
I feel a quickening.
Life.
Rushing in.
Nature responding
to the advent of Spring.
I know what she’s telling me.
I hear what she says.
Time to wake up now,
live life a new way.
Step into the light now,
lean into the Sun.
Daylight saving is over.
Winter is done.
@ruthiewrites
First Published in Poetic Reveries Literary Magazine (April 2025)
3 comments:
A sweet poem welcoming spring. I love to see the early honey bees.
I love what you hear Spring telling you (and us, too.)
Spring definitely tells a story in your poem. I have been mesmerized by the bees pollinating the blossom on the firethorn in the garden.
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