Spring, Born Again
From Ontario, Canada, Tavis Jenkins loves enjoying the simple beauty of the outdoors.
A golden afternoon
Unleashes the sun’s vivid color upon
The trees, the ground, the people.
A crisp air still filters through my lungs,
Pulling the hair up on my arms.
These are the remains of a suffocating winter.
A few light clouds
Uphold a pale blue sky painted above
The waking pine trees,
The quiet towns,
The stretching hay fields,
The neglected kid walking the town’s streets
Alone again.
As the snow retreats in its evaporation,
Green leaves burst
From among
The stretching branches
As a new season finds warmth in nature’s womb.
© Copyright 2010 Tavis Jenkins
So, what did you think? Let us know here:
At 15:14 on 01/12/2010, Ashlee King wrote:
Love it !
Amazing Job Tavis (Y)
At 17:07 on 01/12/2010, Colin W Campbell wrote:
Excellent description draws the reader right into the place and time envisioned by the writer.
At 04:04 on 01/17/2010, Emilia wrote:
Very beautiful. Thank you.
At 22:54 on 01/18/2010, Kathleen wrote:
Amazing :)
Love it !
Amazing Job Tavis (Y)
At 17:07 on 01/12/2010, Colin W Campbell wrote:
Excellent description draws the reader right into the place and time envisioned by the writer.
At 04:04 on 01/17/2010, Emilia wrote:
Very beautiful. Thank you.
At 22:54 on 01/18/2010, Kathleen wrote:
Amazing :)