Poetry Drawer: The Spring Awakening Sonnet by Paweł Markiewicz

The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.
The snowdrops blooming in the 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 fairy-like bouts.
The friends of springy morn – are tender owls.

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

Naiad – definition through the haiku:

The tender Naiad
a merest-guardian from the
Dreamiest Greek stories

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