my entries for the Construct Cup |
when the year is almost spent her winter fingers fail, then west wind is quickly sent and takes her hand, his one intent to dance and warm her so the scent of spring will soon prevail. they dance, unseen, a simple form, but each step gives her strength. and as they move the wind breathes warm the north wind calms his last great storm and colors burgeon, now reborn they peek from melting banks. the snow recedes, green grasses shine the trees restore their green. her steps make myriad seeds align and follow, leaf and bloom and vine their blossoming by her design a renaissance all see. and songbirds carry out the tune she echoes through the earth. I follow ‘neath the vernal moon, and through the sunlit April noons, I smell her, now, as springtime blooms, and hope for my rebirth. line count: 24 Prompt for: April 21, 2016 ▼ |