Springtime Poem by Paul T P Burne
Springtime
Sit silent, feel the sun's warmth
Upon the skin, and in the blood.
An orange glow behind the eyelids.
A breeze tickling shoulder skin
A butterfly flutters past there in.
Oh springtime, oh sublime.
A beautiful poem embracing the sense of touch, feeling the warmth of sun and a tickling breeze on skin, through closed eyes, a place many of us have enjoyed when greeting warmer weather in spring.
A meditative poem. Good work Paul Keep on writing. You have the talent
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Welcome Spring Warmth In Soft Silence take time to welcome warmth time rush soft lost in silence embracing the sense of touch feeling the warmth the sun a tease tickling breeze on skin through soft lid closed eyes this is the place many of us have enjoyed when greeting warmer weather in spring Inspired by the poem 'Springtime' by the poet Paul T P Burne. Dedicated to the poet Paul T P Burne.