This is NOT clickbait: I am made of dreams and bones and find pleasure with my dandy partner under the covers... (a little misleading, but I hope it makes you grin).
Winter is a spent, tired old man, that has gone without sleep for a whole season. Then there come a vibrant, radiant Spring; she intoxicates the old man, sends him to sleep with a dream in his heart. And ever so slowly, the enfeebled season slips away peacefully. What we get after that is delicious fecundity of fertility and lush-- in other words, spring. Finally!
A book review for Jeff Flesch's Poetry Collection, Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow. The world would be a better place if we could all see through the eyes of this Author.
What a wonderful world this life is, though brief and transcendental-- Grand. Let's all zoom out, listen and look at ourselves from above — with open senses to the healing rhythm of the life that's exploding around us.