by Sue Hess
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
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The time is almost here, I can feel it in the air
Summer isnít here but winter is long gone
The things in me that stir with the warm weather
Are raising havoc, causing me to feel things
That winter had made dormant, causing awakenings
And isnít that what spring is all about
Awaking, hearing the birds sing, awakening during
Long warm nights to feel the urge to move
To grasp, to grope, to feel, isnít that what its all about
This thing we call spring, isnít it about awakenings
And I feel myself awakening and Iím happy to know
That the desires are still there, the urges still alive
Just lying quietly all this long cold winter
I want to get out and plant flowers, take walks
Make love, sit on the patio of a quiet cafť
The urges are all there, and they are awakening
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|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|I love this Sue, I feel them too!|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a time to rejoice... uplifting write...|
|Reviewed by Cherokee Sage (Reader)
|You have spring fever, little lady.
|Reviewed by Erica Ivory
|Must be spring fever... Just loved this!!!!|
|Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)
|Breathing in that fresh air. Great images here. Inspirational write!|
|Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)
nice to see you up and about, just watch you dont get that religious fever there is a lot of it about, very catching.
Hope those urges dont get to violent.
all the best.
You wont see much me now I have been banned by the Jesus crowd.
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Good for you Sue!.....A very refreshing write!
Sandie Angel :o)