I just can’t get in to this prompt. So once again I will go off on my own.
I hope you like it.
Spring Rain (Acrostic)
Spring rain falls down upon the sleepy winter earth
Pulling from the depths of it
Remaining seeds of last autumn’s retreat
Into the sky these seeds reach
No longer restrained by seed coat or cold earth
Gripping firmly to their rebirth in Spring.
Remembering their path of old
Among the tulips so red
If the gardens don’t tell
No secrets are lost in the end.