Northwest Spring

Almost Summer

Warm winter, cold spring

Summer sunshine held at bay

Anticipation

Coy Spring

The sun’s warmth on the skin is fleeting,

A touch, there then gone, withdrawn before it can be grasped,

Warm wind is but a whisper past the ears,

Caressing the lips and nose with a hint of brine

Naked skies, blue kissed by orange, flash before human eyes

Before they are robed in grey and white,

Coy summer flirts, teases, seduces

Before enveloping the winter-weary in her warm embrace. 

The sun’s warmth on the skin is fleeting,

A touch, there then gone, withdrawn before it can be grasped,

Warm wind is but a whisper past the ears,

Caressing the lips and nose with a hint of brine

Naked skies, blue kissed by orange, flash before human eyes

Before they are robed in grey and white,

Coy summer flirts, teases, seduces

Before enveloping the winter-weary in her warm embrace.

A very brief essay on this subject can be found on “Great” Thoughts.

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About Andrew

I'm a Christian, American, liberal, geeky, thoughtful, Northwest-transplanted Angeleno husband, father, and pundit who writes about anything he can think of.
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3 Responses to Northwest Spring

  1. slpmartin says:

    Nice bit of poetry here…enjoyed your imagery.

  2. soulintention: signed .............bkm says:

    I really enjoyed this… I love the Northwest…visit every year (Vancouver Island..is my favorite)…bkm

  3. bluedrew says:

    Thanks to both of you.

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