Spring a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Seeds of wind, new life at full sail mast. The swan boat to the gentle brink, keeper of the impasse of the may of rose lips gently meeting breath. Each breath wishing for meeting of each others wind-flow in spring-tide birds eye viewing rushing over the cold winter to see our breath meet and kiss the warmth of pure giving new the light within has now passed through to shine a new life like the Cyclamen blooming in spring. The star in every apple has dawned new loves bloom like a swan boat made of apple blossoms carrying the soul to the spirit through the heart in a kiss.