A Prelude.

Spring has a certain sound,
unlike any composition orchestrated
by mankind's flaws,
there is subtle perfection
in its crafted palate-
the Viceroy butterfly chanting
brown and orange hues
of the Arizona horizon.

Spring has a certain taste,
mountains warming up to
delicate souls when they awake
at dawn to find ink kindly
awaiting the mouth,
words transform into silence-
breath of forest and dew on
fair skin while warmth settles
near the tongue.

Spring has a certain touch,
when the eyes cannot fathom
the fragility of real blossoming,
and no artist in the universe can
reason that paint is the same
as being painted-
a snapdragon standing
quite tall, meeting your knees
in an effort to brush a message
across that you are not alone.

...

Spring has always called for you,
resting within what you are created by-
simply asking, are you mine?

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Written 7/12/13 @ 10:19 AM
Listening to "New Beginnings" by Philip Wesley, this beautiful solo piano piece that had pictures of nature.