Poem: Spring Arrival

The floating mountains of silver clouds

Flushed with gold and pink

As the sun peeks from the horizon

Staining the sky with a flood of light

Prying slowly the translucent ice,

With its warmth,

That is trapping the stream

Loosening my frozen voice of desire

That haunts our dreams

With its unending hopes

That opens beyond the tinted horizon

Like eternity

And this stretching sigh

Sings through the sir

A sweet breeze

Brushing the daisies and violets

Past the birds brooding in the trees

And their firm foliage that dapple

In the dawn

Over shady grooves

Rustling through the deep forest

Around the sprawling valleys

The western hills

The northern mountains

The eastern plains

The southern lakes

Crying all the same:

“Spring has arrived!”