Spring

[writerofstories]

This is one of my poems...short, not very good. Help would be appreciated. I don't mind critics.

Clouds of fragile beauty and fragrance fill the air
Petals mimic snow, falling
silently
to the ground.
I watch as life
slowly
comes
out
of its
mother --
wobbling, but strong.
The ground, a rainbow, on the
damp ground.
I'm a lake, caught up on a summers day.
Sounds, the whistles, the hungry
cRIES
blot out the
whispers-
floating, flying, through the
aiR

I'm new here, so...

[Currer Bell]

I watch as life
slowly
comes
out
of its
mother --
wobbling, but strong.

I love this metaphor! Very lovely. :D

[writerofstories]

Thank you!