Spring senses

This poem is for the Secret Keeper’s writing challenge. The words this week are:



Spring tastes of sunlight,

rain on damp grass,

the green froth of uncurling leaves.

Spring smells of rich loam,

churned and tunnelled,

the leaf mould dug and scattered

by bird feet and sharp hooves.

Spring coats the thirsty senses

with the brisk west wind, wet and sea-salty.

Spring is the bursting, effervescing, burgeoning

of this space, this time—



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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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