Reflections from the Soul

Reflections from the Soul

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Kiss Of Spring

 
The edge of winter pulls
 
back into the earth
as the dawn of a new morning

emerges;

giving way
to the healing
scent of spring.


A kiss to my nostrils
I'm beckoned to its
smell as it flows fresh


oxygen to my soul.

Fair, full of
fragrant delight
this fancy embrace of

new life,

born out of death

rises in resurrection.

A sonnet, singing anew.

Songs mingled in a cooing
of doves once again,



heard in the land.
A land where all things
become new.

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