
Image by grimarika
twirling her skirts
shapely flower stem legs
embarrass the snow
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
Image by grimarika
twirling her skirts
shapely flower stem legs
embarrass the snow
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
“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
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