The seasons’ breath whipped through the air and branches bent to its’ will
the crowns congregated, the mulch agitated
throughout the woodland nothing lay still
the earth revealed bore imprint, of habitat sustained
and while the foundation lay dormant
the spirit remained untamed
The unscented air seemed revitalized and oxygenated my core
as all things prepare for the year born anew
when bud becomes bloom once more
the crowns congregated, the mulch agitated
throughout the woodland nothing lay still
the earth revealed bore imprint, of habitat sustained
and while the foundation lay dormant
the spirit remained untamed
The unscented air seemed revitalized and oxygenated my core
as all things prepare for the year born anew
when bud becomes bloom once more
I have never come across the word "oxygenated" in a poem before!
ReplyDeleteWell done... it's a lovely verse, and a tough challenge you have set yourself.
I look forward to my frequent visits to your blog.
Happy New Year!