#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning... I am spring, warmth and blue skies. soaring different levels as a birds Cries. levels of higher consciousness. levels of pure righteousness. as I connect with the universe, I know the next verse. the moon in the stars shine at night. seeing heavens pure light. I am, you are , we are one
© Lisa Donovan