Ode To Spring
Oh! To desire the springtime vision!
A phoenix birthed from ash and melting snow
Conceived in death, crafted with precision
Send us your moss green tendrils from below.
For it is your smell that exhales life into me
And melts the walls of this crystalline cell
It is your sounds that arise from eternity
And drown me in magic only you can dispel.
As your greys shift into the emerald boughs
That pull me closer to the dream realized,
Dryads and nymphs cite mysteries prose
Of men and gods who walk beneath kindred skies.
And I think back, to your majesty reborn!
A love so new, it could only be tasted.
Where a touch could not only be felt, but worn
Feeling each moment could forever be wasted.
Now, as the cold lulls me with a spectral hand
Granting the peace only death will allow
I wish for spring to rise from this wilted land
While my heart waits in winter now.
by Kristopher Bernard
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