Wind from the hills moves down,
moving across fields of colour.
Waves of the sea move through
the spring blossoming flowers –
moving, swaying, blooming.
A melody plays on the wind,
a song from the many birds.
Whispers of so many scents
dance in a poem on the wind –
melody, music, movement.
Moving in waves across the field
Colours of blossoming spring dance
Sunshine brighter than the light
The summer & the winter will pass,
just as the good & the bad will pass.
Be like the many flowers in spring,
or the colourful trees in autumn.
Wear hope like a cashmere scarf
around your neck
to remind you that
we will all go back to mossy mud.
Then live your life.
It’s Spring, yet the cold eats
into my flesh and bones to make
my hands and feet feel numb.
Winter hasn’t done her duty yet,
for she wishes to hang on and
feel the way she makes us feel.
Spring keeps scolding Winter
for being so bossy,
but we all know that Winter
is like an older sister
who loves the younger one so
and cannot let go.
but I’m glad Winter is near,
for I do love her
the way she makes me feel.