Death Takes A Vacation In Springtime Poem by simon elf

Behind a thin wisp of morning mist,

Spring's restless earth she kisst

Waters are bursting

They Splash Darkness on its lumbering way

on to a vacation in the Doldrum's

Sailors in a Seafaring vessel

used to be trapped for months

no wind to fill sails

or ripple ocean's surface

which formed a Smooth endless mirror

Reflecting the stars

giving the illusion of floating

in space.
Death chills out here,
musing in the illusion


Springtime reveals herself in full

Flowers bloom forth in burst of

love of life


That even One who Muses

Lets out a refreshing sneeze