Treasure Island

Daleen Enslinstrydom

(25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)

The Joy Of Spring


When we went to sleep last night
as the darkness covered everything
the moon was full
and outside
the silver light did shimmer

and through the open windows
the stars peeped in
and the night was beautiful
and the fragrance of a orange tree blossoming
was caught on the breeze

and the sounds of the night
was present everywhere
and there was a joyful happiness in our hearts
as the spring did begin
and the chills of winter
was finally over

and this morning when I opened my eyes
the moon had disappeared
while clouds covered the sky
with the first spring rain
splashing down on the dry earth

and all of my sense did awake
to the lingering joy of spring.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

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