The spring awakening. The sonnet | Pawel Markiewicz

The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.
The snowdrops blowing in moony garths.
One listens to propitious paradise.
The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks.

I think of genus 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!
I taste the verdure of some climes. You are dreamy like fairylike bouts.
The friends of springy morn – are tender owls.

I can praise, bewitch Ovidianly.
Thus, I am able to enchant peaceably.

Author : Pawel Markiewicz 

Pawel Markiewicz was born 1983 in Poland (Siemiatycze) . He published his english haikus as well as short poems in the best literary magazines of world such as: Ginyu (Tokio) , Atlas Poetica (USA) or The Cherita (UK) . His poems have been published by Tajmahal Review (India) and Better Than Starbucks (USA).

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