©Peter
*
Dear
mother
of all life
awakening
once more in spring time
after a long winter’s
night of frosty ice and snow
you put a spell on me
I smell your perfume
touch your sweet breath
you make me
feel brand
new
*
Mother Spring
Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis 
I love this address the to mother of all awakening. The change of seasons and scene. Using the first person is so effective….and the reader becomes the I…..and is changed by the season as well. I really enjoyed this!
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I like this breath of spring as the embodiment of Persephone!
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Ah, what a lovely invocation of the goddess. I love the leaf shape this poem makes.
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Beautiful!
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Lovely!
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Lovely–perfectly captures the way I feel at the first sign of spring.
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Peter, I have no idea if this was intentional on your part, but your lovely poem actually looks like a seed to me!
❤
David
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Your poem was refreshing as well.
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