spring's seduction

The sun has come at last, again, to rouse the sleeping land. She slowly stirs, he takes his time- the sun, that gentleman. Her hilltops feel him first, but rather, just to be a tease, her valleys flush with pinkish-red before the higher trees. Awakened first they start to swell with promising delight, of what is yet to come, now that his dawn betrays the night.

Reviews

[Perdition]

....gulp ~
Something so incredibly raw and arousing in this ..this...this "thing" you have written. It's land and sun sexy.
I could feel my skin rising and flushed to hear the winter pushing back with it's final bow. The landscape never again the same. The trees ...their buds curling out from under the thinning blanket of snow. The mountains trembling with fresh stream... rolling over the ancient stones that separates the heart from the washed. Amazing write and wonderful to read your poetry again.

[Emily B]

Very Dickinson-esque. I love the images.Your words are both new and familiar.