Trees so recently melancholy and bare,
now in full flower of the thaw.
Sunlight streams through the
budding, youthful branches, an enchanting serpentine dance.
I could foretell the revisit of venerable messengers –
their bright hues and fancy melodies weaving a tapestry of delight.
Chattering squirrels evoke the elusive secrets of spring;
A cool breeze sends a quiver through my soul.
An unexpected taste of berry touches my lips,
And I am lost in desire.
Anastasia Mink ©2011
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