Spring's Tale Poem by W.F.D. BLCK

Root, stem and structure begins the cycle.
Sun is warmer open water flows free unfrozen.
Thought and action carried on the most intimate breezes.
Eye of hearts and minds will be awakened.
The time vines penetrate, contort and reach.
A bevy of colors are spread about the humping fields.
There's this feeling of possibility no other season can touch.
Longer days more radiant skies delayed desires released when it
rains. Inner motions to change twirls around the human soul.
Romance dawns with misty eyes burning oxygen month to month.
Playful sounds of children, musical moods of nature, the dissipating
flakes of winter. These are the true signs of the season.