#springtime poem

[piercetheeviexo]

winter to spring

we're sitting and saving 

the best of the daylight,

a safeness settling between

the road and a speckled sky.

we're saving our speed,

die idling at a red light

before admitting we're wrong.

i swear i've given up

but i'm still here waiting on you

and you haven't left yet;

both of us stewing,

silent and wonderless,

the winter thawing 

until we can't see our breath .

[magpie-69]

A Springtime Poem.

Button t'chin til May be in.

Ne'er cast a clout till May be out.

In other words. Be prepared to be wrapped up and don't put your winter clothes away until May is out. It's unknown as to whether this means until the month of May has been and gone, or whether it's a reference to an abundant hedge found in England called The Hawthorn. The Hawthorn is also known as the May Tree and it flowers in late April to early May. It's blossom is actually called May. So it could mean, until the blossom is out 😊

[eukaryotenotes]

Goodbye Kiss

Blushing lips of shy Spring,

        Blossom your sweet kiss onto the brow of Winter,

                  Melt the frosty heart of the cold,

                           And with lips still pursed,

                                 Blow the breeze of Summer-coming,

                                        And shoot your electric waves of warmth,

                                                  Let them penetrate my pale, chilled skin,

                        And shock me with your promise of new life,

         It's secret has been embedded in the frigid soils for far too long,

 Nurture it's roots,

                                    And allow the beauty of growth to bloom once again.