Shortest Season

Written for:  April 2022 PAD Challenge - Day 16

"Write a touch poem."

Desperately searching for a sign of Spring,
warm breeze caressing skin, hints of green.
Crocus emerged with care, recedes in last fling
of Winter's whipping winds, still reigning supreme.

In capricious nature, daffodils dare peek
on prodigious day hinting at Summer.
Tender lemon petals, please brush my cheek.
Burst of cherry blossoms, pink cloud clusters.

Suggestions of Spring are becoming bolder 
with warmer zephyrs soothing the air.
Thrumming in my heart, easing of shoulders–
could be Spring fever whispering in my ear.

Season for romance, tingling of skin,
and a lambency spreading within.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Shortest Season

  1. dsnake1 says:

    Enjoyed your sonnet.
    It’s always nice to read cheerful poetry that touches our senses. 🙂


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