Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence
~Vesna~

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Breezin'



Breezin'


A look at
The branches
Now nude and dark
Their curves are
Awaiting a new spark


Soon
It will be Spring
Green will be "In"
Again
Wind will please
The skin
Like a tease
of a Springlicious breeze


Vesna
25/02/2011

5 comments:

zoe said...

wowwwww! lovely poem, perfect, i felt it, when i was reading....
ahhhh...

i love the magic shoes!!!!!!!!

Vesna said...

oh my magical Zoe,
What would I do without you?:)
So glad you liked the poem and the shoes:))

Bruce said...

...teasingly Springlicious...I love it.

Juznobsrvr said...

green is my fave color ... next to black :-)

nice shoes

Migue said...

Sringlicious breeze!! Does it exist?? If not, it should!
I love this one. :) Green will be in soon.