Spring's SunA Poem by H.L. CerveiseSpring's Sun
The sun shines brightly through the windows reaching into the once deep dark corners of the house. I go outside and see a few remaining piles of brilliant white snow. The buds on the forsythia are on the verge of bursting, eager to reveal their yellow hidden core. Early spring bulbs push greedily upwards, their green tips barely above the wet earth.
I feel a heavenly warm breeze softly caress my body. The sun hits my neck and my back and the warmth sinks deep into me. The back of my legs tingles at the sun's lovely touch. I stand here for a long time looking up at the azure sky and can almost hear the heraldic trumpets. My eyes close and I see bright beautiful red with undertones of pink.
Slowly, I turn around with my eyes still closed. I know now I am facing the sun. My head turns upwards towards its blazing glory. With my eyes still closed I see a red so intense. It seems impossible to fathom. I feel the sun's rays hitting my face, and slowly I smile. My body soaks in the energy that it has missed for what feels like ages. My entire being is a solar cell. I turn this radiation into pure unblemished energy. This energy heals my mind, my heart, my soul and my body. I am feeling something that I never felt before. I am feeling it like it could be the last time. A stronger warmer breeze caresses my face, and my knees almost buckle beneath me. For one brief moment, I feel at one with the universe. I feel at peace for a split second. I feel timeless. I process. I am processed. I love. I am loved. I exist. © 2016 H.L. CerveiseReviews
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9 Reviews Added on April 10, 2016 Last Updated on June 29, 2016 AuthorH.L. CerveisePenn Yan, NYAboutI am a computer consultant and creative writer. I should also tell you a number of my writings are inspired by on-line encounters I have in virtual worlds of various natures. Often these worlds spill .. more..Writing
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