Golden Bliss Poem by Leaking Pen

Lace my face
With a touch of grace
Gushing rivers of gold
Majestic signs to behold.
Nature birth a new energy
Earth's shows its spring's identity
From a giant sunflower closer in the sky,
Rays of hope reflections in each eye
Melt snow and ice from pond to lake,
Life beneath the surface dormant but now awake.
Spring's drum roll announcing winter's yield
To abundant new life spout from each field.
Winter rewinds to neutral-death and despair- its dials,
Farmers and shepherds ready to face new trials.
Their hope bathed in warmer frontiers,
Golden bliss a reality not some forgotten souvenirs.

Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
March 26 2012
Rev Nov 14 2014