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.

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