Sprightly Spring Winds
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
The sprightly winds of spring redesigns gusts
And blows and clingingly survives, this most
Blustery day. Where birth strives to rethrust
Away dearth; I mean winds of springly boast!
The bravely spring of winds do ride, winds of
Bribes, luscious scents, earth’s advent; wonderment
Forgotten, age after age. Life above
Sinks deeper into truncation! I’m bent
By winds of words! Relent! Now! I am tired
As a brier, or a pyre of paper
Cuts. Please, winds! Calm my fears! Years of vapor
Wisped doesn’t exist as a mote aspired!
Winds of loud thunder in my ears! My eyes!
Once again, springs spirit soars young! – I dies.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/1/13
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Always,
Deborah
for re-birth, I do believe
Lady Vivian
Erin, the hope of new spring will shape
the state of tension into a horseshoe for you,
and truly hope it...isn't a bend of truth...
that bothers you.
Love your poem of experience.
Thank you for sharing. Isabella.
The spritely winds of spring through your writing
is pure wonderment soaring.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Conceived in hope.
budd