Spring

posted by K Carter Steeves




Through the mists on the lake
swallows flit and flutter on the wind
Moving southward mists tempered
to the frosty waters,mists touching water
rising like fog over rocks over trees
rising up so fast they touch the sky then poof they dissappear
altogether.
The swallos dart to the far shore
The mists slow its afternoon ways
And all of nature unhurls springtime renewal
An incubator of seeds birthing new life
The mists the swallows the rocks witnessing creation
Spring