Has any poet not found themselves writing verse around Spring? Well, probably, I can’t really imagine not being pulled into the beauty and wonder of winter austerity turning into lush, vibrant green. The pushing up of bright flowers, The over all energy that, for me, flushes my body with exuberance and joy as each day passes leafing the trees and greening the land. I honestly feel like a tree releasing all that pent up energy bursting forth.
My core sap slowed to winter’s freeze
Feels the thaw of Springs becoming
My roots stretch into the deep dark
Reaching my thirst for the sky’s
shower drink swelling the earth
I shudder to the revival of my reach
for the Sun in the unfolding of my tender
wait in leafs of green and shivering twig
A welcome to each sparrow and tit mouse
each squirrel that scamps up and down my skin
in exuberance with fuss and chatter.
Spring calls me to life
moistens my land
warms my sap
reaches deep within
to call me forth
to awaken.
Wonderful in literal imagery and metaphor. The photo is luscious!
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Thanks Dear LInda. xo
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From a deep slumber, rejuvenated it rises – marvellous 🙂
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Thanks Eric. I feel rejuvenated when I wake from any ‘slumber’ that either I am settled into for avoidance or that natural ‘slumber’ of my season waking, feeling, expanding, letting myself feel my roots absorb the rain.
I LOve Spring!!!
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