The Best Part of Spring
on my roof.
Silvery sheen refracting,
bowing grass, flower,
each saturated bough.
hits green earth, hue deepening
unlocking renewal fragrance;
it smells of joy and tastes of life.
And if you’ve never
felt raindrops on your face, well,
don’t just sit here
waiting for the description;
get up, right now, and
go stand out in the spring rain.
Written for NaPoWriMo Day 26 prompt:
write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.