Friday, April 30, 2010

Immersion

The emerald expanse
was eager to dance
as the wind whipped around every blade,
provocative verve
compelled me to swerve
distracted when each figure swayed;
it seemed to behave
just like a wave
that laps back and forth at the shore
so I flipped up my frown
and decided to drown
in springtime’s spontaneous spoor.

3 comments:

Word Catalyst said...

Good for you! Welcome to spring, my friend. I remember saying years ago that only you could make walking barefoot in the grass sound like a trip to Paris... you still can!

be not blind said...

Really great writing! I love it!

rch said...

Hi Shirley, I love going green :)

Hi bnb, thanks a million!