Whispers of Spring

Quietly,

like a dream of a whisper

or was it a whisper of a dream…

you felt… the beginning

in all that was seen

you felt the breeze

whisper spring,

into all things,

with a gentle stroke of green…

quietly.

 

copyright neha 2015

Morning Dreams

Sunshine falls,

on my eyes,

through the partly open blinds,

I smile,

I wish,

it would last a while,

as I catch my morning dreams.

Warmth

I travel on the breeze,

of the gentle dawn,

unwinding my thoughts,

in the warmth of the sun-rays,

touching my heart.

 

 

Rooted

The sun kissed warmth you feel in your core,

is like the endless skies,

your roots shall never see.