revival

To feel air soft like beauty at seventeen

and sun like beaches on Italian shores,

to smell grass as tender as a baby’s breath

and taste  sweet the honeyed dew,

to see forests clothed in chiffon leavesClayton and Grace 028

 

Plunge me into the waters of Spring,

rinse the winter from my hair,

hear me cry, Hallelujah!

and release my soul to this green purity.

 

 

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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One Response to revival

  1. Libby says:

    Beautiful poem.

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