Spring

  

 Spring

running through fields of
wild flowers fragrant
air plays tag I’m it

perfumed breath-
less near my nape
I have not neglected

the bronze sun on my
face the verdant blanket
underfoot to collapse upon

the secrets you have kept
a first kiss blossoming on a
young girl’s lips stained

with romance she will not
forget that embrace
under your azure skies

© Pamela A. Rossow

 

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22 thoughts on “Spring

    • Thanks Sav. . .
      Yes, a minimalistic format I pulled out of the closet and tried on :-) Liked the onslaught of words. . .will be changed to something else soon I’m sure.

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