Inspired by the lovely Spring Light class by Beth Kempton, I have written a short poem during my coffee break today.
I could sense it on the breeze… ...the start of something new fresh on my skin while the sun was burning hot. I could sense it on the breeze the motherly touch of my inner self forgiving myself for the mess we shared. I could sense it on the breeze a smile on my face the excitement about Spring for the first time since childhood.
What do you sense in this Spring breeze?
Love this poem!
Great poem.