Claire Higgins

A Lucent Spring

By Claire Higgins

Soothing winds gust against the vanilla 

buds blossoming, blow away in a flurry, 

the thriving meadow seems as though 

winter season has come at daybreak in spring. 

The flushed sky blooms of gold with aquamarine 

and leaves no weight on the hills of the planet, 

like the lifting of a quarrel upon 

shoulders of a soul brimming with love. 

Nearby life harmonizes, imitations 

of beautiful songs feel like the atmosphere 

of this early morning, warm and lovely, 

echoing through the unabridged heart. 

Appealing and charming, a clean slate, 

a new love; but the slate is not clean, 

just as the land flourishes of foliage 

like a heart affixed to another. 

Author’s Note: I love writing because it distracts you from the real world and allows you to imagine things different than they are. You can do it anywhere at any time: paper, online, or in your mind. It lets you relax and calm your mind even if things are chaotic.