"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
you soar in the warmth of Spring-time; yet you find time to link in at Monday WRites; thanks for the visit and the share of this grand poemmuch love...
The joy of spring's appearance is evident...
VERY beautiful, poem and what it expresses. I love winter lifting its hand from your brow.
Love the imagery used here. :)
Ice no longer bruises my wings. Knockout.
Oh yes -- I too enjoyed the "ice no longer bruising my wings" --!!!
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