As the morning mist settles aground,
Caressing, delighting the parched earth.
The stillness and silence makes not a sound,
Reaching for what it had searched.

Settling atop the now misted soil,
Coaxing the fertile land once more.
Stirring it loose, compliant, toiled,
To share the bounty of it's closed doors.

Whispered softly, "Bloom again..
Soften for me as you did before...
When winter is over, and frost is end,
You will remember, I will make amends."

The land did soften, quiet, waiting
As the misty dewdrops collected, wanting
The soil gives way, it's bounty grand,
To blossom anew, as its demand.

Very nice. Thank you for sharing.

Venture a guess to interpret this piece...

Hi Pansy! :~)....The best thing about reading (and writing) poetry is interpretation...I understood your poem to be an analogy comparing spring to a sexual awakening ...Desire budding then blossoming within a woman (you?) who, because she had been deeply hurt, chose celibacy as a means of protection...So even if this is not 'your' meaning, for me this piece was a beautiful read and I thank you for sharing..

You're a seed.

Thanks for acknowledging ..!

You're a seed.........factory!

Oooo... So profound...

And for that, I'll give you a C... Minus...