blossoms of ink,
the sighs of
spring's new
leaves looped
around the
sky,
the land filling
with the gold
arch of the sun,
white flowers
on the branches,
the ground
strewn with ivy
and green moss,
mute sun rests
in the sky,
the light pretty
joys painted in
the mind, pale
whispers of
shiny white,
gorgeous sea,
sings to
the soft flowers,
the waves start
to blossom,
blossom like
the boyish wind,
or drive on forever
like singing
rain.
been reading some sandburg today absolutely love his poetry