A Pantoum Poem: Springtime

[Another attempt at poetry, along with the writing group. This one is based on the Pantoum format of poetry: the 2nd and 4th lines of a stanza become the 1st and 3rd lines of the next. The first line of the poem is also the last. Rhyming can be included, though in later forms rhyme was variably dropped as people began experimenting with the format.]

SPRINGTIME

There's a certain feeling in the air

You can't quite say it, but you feel it

Perhaps it's the calling of the season

Heard in daytime, or when moonlit.

You can't quite say it, but you feel it

This electric echo in the air

Heard in daytime, or when moonlit

Surprising you, catching you unaware.

This electric echo in the air

Flares your nostrils, perks your ears

Surprising you, catching you unaware

And for a moment you forget all those years.

Flares your nostrils, perks your ears

Quivers your fingers, quickens your toes

And for a moment you forget all those years

A bright spot emerges. Warm colour explodes.

Quivers your fingers, quickens your toes

The first flower always smells sweet.

A bright spot emerges. Warm colour explodes.

Surprised once again as your eyes meet.

The first flower always smells sweet

You didn't notice her standing there

Surprised once again as your eyes meet

There's a certain feeling in the air.