Paweł Markiewicz: The Awakening
Image: Unsplash, downloaded https://unsplash.com/photos/WZLwQlCAyUI (10.4.2021.) The spring awakening. The sonnet The springtide wakes up not only in dreams. The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths. One listens to propitious paradise. The dearest greylag geese coming in flocks. I think of the Primula from afar. The wild boar piglets were born in a grove. I feel springwards the warmness of a soul. Native dreameries are fulfilled galore. Springtide be primeval home of Naiads