The earth roiling in birth pains
The sky is filled with crashing. the wind is ruling
Massive gentle oaks crack and fall and the water claims
every crevice and hollow and runs and runs.
Then exhausted and laid out, the earth shows us
her skin, bright green and as new as a baby lamb
and the wind holds her breath until her gasping is done and
blows softly, a warm breeze across the faces of the weary
and my eyes are filled with the heralds of Spring, the crocuses
and the lilies and at last, the perfect pink flowers
of the cherry trees reflected on the water.
#WDYS
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Such symbolism in your vivid imagery. A peaceful settling in the end.😌
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Thank you, Melissa. I’m definitely not a poet, but sometimes I try
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This is so beautifully written Lisa. You’ve captured the spirit of rebirth. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you very much, Sadje
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Beautiful poem with perfect photo 😊
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Thank you so very much! ❤️ The beautiful photo was part of the prompt, taken by Redd Francisco and shared on Unsplash.
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I like how your poem starts off feeling turbulent, then calms down when we get to the descriptions of spring. Nicely done, Lisa!
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Thank you so much, Nicole!
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