I recommend reading this on desktop because of the spacing
My heart was easy and my step was light All the windows inside me were flung open, every curtain fluttered I made amends with myself and could breathe deeply The trees decked in bridal attire stood incandescent Yellow of daffodil and of forsythia, to what do I owe this pleasure? I was walking but secretly I was running, running towards a future that ran just as fast towards me, open-armed and smiling You begin, and then you begin again and again, you are always beginning I was pierced to the root with sweetness as I had never been before The sun comes out from behind the moon and is reborn again I walked under shade and in the sun, a light transparent rain was falling like paperclips made out of water The grass was vivid and virid, flushed from root to tip One by one, the birds tested their voices on the air Half the sky was gray, half of it was blue, we are like creatures in a snow globe and cannot see what hand is turning about our sphere, catching the light in the glass Your heart knows the lyrics to the song the bird is singing Your heart knows as it never knew before Simply to be and to observe is the adventure of a lifetime I was here, I saw the flowers, I walked on
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My lovely readers, I was taking a walk this week and everything seemed so beautiful and full of spring, so I wanted to bring something joyful to you this morning! I hope you enjoyed, even if I have committed atrocities by engaging in (gasp!) my dreaded free verse; please like, subscribe if you haven’t already, and leave a comment telling me your favorite things about spring! xoxo Ramya
*crows in triumph* Ha! See? I KNEW you would give in to the siren call of free verse one day. And what a gorgeous poem to use it on! It reminds me of the writing of Mary Oliver, one of my all-time favorite poets.
“Your heart knows the lyrics to the song the bird is singing
Your heart knows as it never knew before
Simply to be and to observe is the adventure of a lifetime
I was here, I saw the flowers, I walked on”
Spring, whenever it finally decides to deign us with her presence (it’s supposed to be April showers, not April blizzards dang it!) has a way of forcibly throwing us back into action. And, how can we not move, venture outside and frolic among the cherry blossoms and sunshine after half a year of dreariness? You describe that feeling of potential and glee perfectly in your poem! What a treat to read, thank you!