Image by grimarika
twirling her skirts
shapely flower stem legs
embarrass the snow
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
Spring
All posts tagged Spring
“Icy Lake” by Janet James
cold hard edges of winter
recede from a slow nearing sun
ice diminishes
clarity ousts opaque finishes
surfaces find their reveal
living waters
at long last exhale
lakes and millponds
released from their
three moons of torpor
no longer incumbent
on holding their seasonal breath
come again now to quicken
in rippling submission
to mountain-sent winds
casting choppy reflections
in caricature of the sentient
clouds set to oversee
osprey and heron
return to their bars
frigid shadowy shallows
emergent with coldblooded
fish coming out of
their wintery lethargy
stirred by the hooting
and hollering voices ashore
lucky folks who a year ago
chose today’s date
in the age-old tradition of
ice-out day calendar lottery
“Cherry Blossom Buds” – Photo from pinterest.com
tender budding shoots
imminent children of spring
nascent and crowning
(originally posted April 2013)
Photo by sanda
trees hold their fingertips
sunward and supplicant
beseeching for photons
capturing raindrops
in meristem beads
giving gratitude
shyly with daintily
incurled green embryos
chaste and auspicious
(originally posted May 2013)
“The Red House” by Judith Donaghy
the smallest of frogs
keep evening large and alive
we sleep soundly
“Springtime Landscape” by Rami Benatar
winter carried by
Demeter’s grief
on a litter of snow
till Persephone
rises from Hades
with fruit in her
womb and the
flowers of spring
in her radiant hair
(originally posted December 2013)
“Row Boat No. 3” by Delilah Smith
lake ice nearly gone
boats shiver in their moorage
heron bide their time
“Winter Steam Study” by Karen Margulis
snowcover melting
voice of an infinite thaw
speaks from the streams
“Pine Trees and Snow” by Joy Nichols
(After Wordsworth’s “Splendour in the Grass”)
spring delayed
suits my mood
not yet ready
to take on
renewal
too old
too depleted
to face
starting over
but not even
stubborn old men
can intimidate time
spring will come
change the winter
to water
send it running
down cheeks
of my mountain
swelling streams
of my years
adding rush
to the rapids
of rivers
en route to
oblivious seas
an unstoppable flow
under force of
ambivalent gravity
pulling on me
taking with it
the stones
of my yesterdays
life as I lived it
my season
of splendor
at one with
immaculate
pine scented snow
“Abstract Chaos” by Jennifer Tonya Clayton
unspent winter fury
unleashed upon spring
snowdrops and violets
confused by the calendar
vie for safe haven
beneath brusque abuse
of a blinding white wind
broken sightlines
lost traces of tracks
unto summer leave
seasons uncertain
too cold to remember
their proper progression
their rota of primacy
woe to the trained
mind of time and
assiduous habits of men
disconcerted put off
their perpetual regimen
caught in a special insanity
conscious of chaos
pregnant with threat of
the worst kind of change
a state in which
God only knows
what comes next
