Green appeared;
chartreusing sparkles
beyond the density
of winter’s bark.

“Here I am!” waving in the breezes.

If not a smile
then a glimpse;
felt in the outer
crease of her eye.

Spring moves forwards;
a branch of green
reaches its touch
shaking-hands invitation

“Good Morning, I am Spring. I am so glad to meet you!”

Glass sags less
Will she allow
green sparkles
to weave her?

Blankets of belonging
Enjoyment in the face of despair
moving forward
toward you.

Green appeared;
chartreusing sparkles
beyond the density
of winter’s bark.

Hello Spring.  I am Connie.
CKS


Morning free verse
The movement of Spring out my window
Prayer in motion

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


via Daily Prompt: Blanket


Love Blanket, 6" x 4", ink, graphite, paper, ©CKS 2016
Love Blanket, 6″ x 4″, ink, graphite, paper, ©CKS 2016

4 replies on “Spring visits me

  1. Oh, Connie this is beautiful, especially these lines:

    “Glass sags less
    Will she allow
    green sparkles
    to weave her?

    Blankets of belonging
    Enjoyment in the face of despair
    moving forward
    toward you.”

    And, I love the painting for this one.

    1. thank you thank you Tre. I am so happy it speaks to you. appreciate you sharing your favorites parts and pieces. ❤

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