Springtime Slipping In

Ice water dripping

Watching stubborn snow melting

Springtime slipping in

Her black soil waiting

Mother poised for new beginnings

Anticipating

Air ushering joy

Lungs gathering the future

Releasing the past

A new beginning

The gift that keeps on giving

Our world without end

What Springtime Means

Springtime, the most glorious of seasons. The exhilaration we all feel as the winter snow turns to shimmering puddles and the first patches of green begin to show. With the change comes the anticipated breath of freshness found in the air, the one that energizes and restores our faith in all things we call humanity. Soon the rich black soil will grow warm and the first tulips will burst forth in a glorious array of color and freshness. Mother Earth will once again become an endless palate of lush greenery, rich brown, and the polka-dots of blooming flowers. Even the hardest of hearts will melt at the glory of nature’s table, spread forth for their enjoyment. Beauty can be described in many ways, but only nature can express beauty without a single word. As the picturesque landscape flourishes, so does the feeling in our souls, the beating of our hearts, and the magic within our imaginations. We are one with the world and the world is one with us, in the present, the past, and the future that lies ahead. Do not let this great moment of happening pass by without remembering the days of youth, the moments of simple interaction and engagement.

Additional Reading

R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.

If you enjoyed, Springtime Slipping In, and would like to read more from this author, his complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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