A Mystical Spring
I'm writing after a break. My mind hasn't been inspired. Sometimes I can think of only 1 verse. Perhaps I should put that down on paper.
Gentle sunshine with a light breeze rustles up the leavesLast few days it rained, but not heavyJust enough to give a drink for plants to growThe sun has not taken the centre stage for a few days. I woke up this morning feeling like WinterThe skies were grey moaning for SpringtimeTrees were not happy losing their leaves blown by the wind and rainLooks like Winter has returned, but where is the scorching sun we had days ago? Sparkling skies with growling thunder filled mystical energy in the air.Spring flowers were flying with sweet aromaBirds and creatures were crying with fear while snails and slugs did courtship dance.I snuggled under my duvet with a book that captivated the mood.