Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Spring Storm


Spring storm. It is like first love. So candy-apple sweet and flawless. The simplest of beauty and the purest of color. Its only design is to reproduce and grow new beauty. Like first love it is overwhelming and even breathing requires careful deliberation. (Can this be for me? Is it true?) There is no warmth in her whisper, only the chill of adventure as she hurtles forward with summer chasing close behind. And yet she brings crystal songs and new life and we want to hang on to her forever. She knows her stay is short and with an angelic smile she drifts on leaving us with only the exotic and pleasurable memory of the fragrance of virgin blossoms.

4 comments:

Scarlet said...

The colors are so beautiful and peaceful. I want to jump into this shot and not come back!

Beautifully written post, btw.

sweetmango said...

Oh I love it, that it is so well written and evocative!!!

The photo is just beautiful tool.

A feast for the ears and eyes!
xxm

musingwoman said...

This is just lovely. You've captured the season beautifully.

Angie said...

Beautiful!