it's raining poetry this day.
The trees have
unfurled buds
and cascade poems
of fragrance.
tonight the stars
sing nocturnes
As they create a lighted
road through the night sky
even the Nightingale
sings poetry in music.
springtime blossoms poetry
in every heart.
Poems that turn
into love songs
I want to drown
in its tenderness.
I am drenched
to the skin
in  beautiful words.