On Spring

Buildings stretch their colours
The winter inertia
Sheds at the blossoms call
And birds gentle airs

I sit. look - wondering
Situate my green tea
In sunlit grass passed by
With pious ritual

The rosemary flowers
Then the sheening trunk
To plum bloom metaphors
The mind future wanders

Colour makes us lazy
A redundant appreciation
Moments are soon forgot
We see - know- all without thought

by michael oliver

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A nice poetic imagination, michael o. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
A lovely write dear it will not be gone in a moment.......
A lovely write will not be gone in a moment...