Impressions of Spring Time
Pallid cerulean
and cherry blossoms,
white as the snow they supersede.
Gentle, lazy swaths of clouds,
like cotton pried apart
by excited, curious hands;
delighted to explore
what’s inside.
Spring,
I hear it
calling.
She sings,
beckoning.
Powdery and crisp
is the scent
of the flowers,
with petals
playing in the light;
iridescent.
Opening to life,
no longer
is fear present.
