Spring visits me

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

 

Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D