Malignant winter's sullen spell
Has finally been broken.
Even in old bones the pith is stirred
By warm gusts of wind;
Brimming with the scent
Of fragrant spring flowers.
Birds' wings are sprinkled silver
In the sudden downpour,
Of refreshing, healing rain.
While I am busy gathering
Splendid pink & white blossoms,
To scatter liberally before your feet.
Birds' wings are sprinkled silver In the sudden downpour, Of refreshing, healing rain. Lovely poem shared. It carries its poetic fragrance so sweet. 10++
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Passionate romantic piece beautifully and appealingly expressed. A lovely creation. Thanks for sharing Dominic and do remain enriched.