Where the faerie-gnats hover over the water-lilies
Reflecting the noon-beams in their transparent wings;
Six-pointed flowers' heads upturned,
Carrying floating messages unlearned,
Intermingling with the windchimes' rings.
Cool green rocks under the pond's surface.
Damp moss underworlds still clinging to the trees.
Wild ponies nibble at the scented clover,
Sky-veiled breezes whisk fresh Spring over,
The fuzzy bumbling of honeybees.
The tide carries the sailboat beyond the horizon,
Where lazy catfish lay buried in the sand.
Bright red buoys mark this digression,
And all the sea's in my possesion,
Like a crystal gem in the palm of my hand.
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Submission Name: Visions of Spring
