Spring’s moments of Zen

Spring’s moments of Zen

From winter’s stupor,
Summer’s drunkards awaken,
as Spring blooms,
arising from a cold hard embrace,
bladed daffodils, hyacinths and tulips,
chalices of a thirsty earth, blossom
to drink the first mead,
and whisper sweet musky notes,
while cherry trees bloom,
to adorn crowns of barren trees,
and one sees the path the creator took,
as Nature hurriedly cloaks in green,
in coy shyness. Her wet shoulders,
and dark exposed bosoms,
drenched by spring showers,
and serenaded by myriads of refrains.

Author notes

Poem Prompt
when the east wind blows,
send me your perfume,
blossoms of the plume;
though your lord is absent,
forget not the spring.
by sugawara  michizane

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.