Dance of the Plum Blossom

A poem about the riotous dance of spring

White snow caresses my cheek
In a cascade of soft petals.

Spring announces herself,
Ready to pick up her sweet dance.

I await,
My dance card empty
Of all but the sweet promise
Of her light step in my direction.

Copyright 2011

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Exquisite metaphors and lovely personification of a highly anticipated, much-loved visitor.
Gorgeous.

[Judy Ponceby]

So lovely Audrey, you captured the essence of Spring beautifully. :)

[Patches I'm not so new..]

Your poem such softness is felt in the heart this is so dream-like--- yet somehow, somehow it speaks nay it whispers and such a lyrical whisper it is----

[LA Lorena]

the language is eloquent, such a genuine flow to this. You make it look so simple to say so much with so few words.

[Hayley]

Spring is coming, yes indeed, or rather, now has already. I especially love the first couplet because of the beautiful language you used.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Brilliant!!! Simple, but it packed a punch!

[Forest Green]

Excellent metaphor, vision and sensitivity. Beautiful use of the lightness of spring and the swirling scents of life...

Excellent...!

[Different Wings]

wonderful!! I love spring, and this embodies it very well

[Veronica Chandler]

Very nice, the ...white snow soft petals...love the comparison and contrast I am so ready for spring too.