Many days of cold and darknesslie between here and there.
For now, a few more snowfalls
accompanied by North winds.
But soon a fresh awakening,
the color returns to the world.
Feel the earth between my fingers
as I prepare the beds
of flowers that are soon to be.
Daffodils will be the first perhaps,
poking through the snow.
Dogwood and pear begin to bloom,
followed closely by the roar of Briggs & Strattons
and the scent of new mown grass.
The world that I inhabit will quickly come alive.
Is it too soon to consider spring?The boys of summer warming up
the hard courts are closing down.
The Superbowl is over
March Madness not yet begun.
Joggers fill the pathways
Spring fever fills the air
Sunshine in the morning,
Rain showers the afternoon.
The sunshine lasting longer
the world nears equinox
What is spring without a camera
on break down in Cancun
I feel for the children stuck inside the class.
Gazing out the windows,
is it too soon to consider summer?
Definitely not too early to be thinking of spring. It's what keeps me going in this frozen state. All of your images are very welcome. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kass. I'm curious if you mean Utah in winter?There's a deer in the headlights kind of frozen that seems to come to me at this time of year.
ReplyDeleteI meant the literal frozen, but I know what you mean about the other kind of frozen. I just want to hibernate and do my sacred puttering at this time of the year.
ReplyDeleteSacred Puttering. What a great title for a book.
ReplyDeleteHmmm . . . I KNOW I posted a comment here yesterday and now I don't see it. But I've occasionally been known to hig "Home" and not "Post Comment". ;~{ tag, I'm a few days behind everyone on the blogs, but I'd be remiss if I didn't comment on how beautifully poetic this is. I don't think I've seen you do any other piece as sweetly, tenderly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteExcessive praise Leslie. I like it!
ReplyDeleteOh, everyone loves a little gushing in their direction, Mike! But I'm excessively sincere. This is lovely ~ it's "pretty" without being feminine. I like men who can wax poetic about spring.
ReplyDeleteAloha, Friend!
ReplyDeleteComfort Spiral
Hello Cloudia, Thank you for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteLimes, gushing is always welcome. I like it too but I'm not sure how it works as poetry. Would also like critique as well as praise. Poetry is a new endeavor.
critique? you've come to the right place!
ReplyDelete-pare the language.
that's it.
Thank you. That's a problem with much of my writing. Though this poem also seems to be a hodge podge of meter. Perhaps working on one will help the other?
ReplyDeleteHey Tag, I just googled 'sacred puttering' and guess what came up? My comment on your blog! Maybe I SHOULD write a book. Thanks for the suggestion.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should get some sleep! I think you are just the person to write that book Kass. You are very talented and creative. using the gift you have for redoing the undone I'm betting a book would do very well.
ReplyDelete@ Kass ~ That happened to me when I blogged about the hoppy taws. I'm still coming up right behind the vendors who sell them.
ReplyDelete@ Tag ~ I don't agree that you need to pare. I like a plummy richness of language. For me, minimalist doesn't do it. Just keep at it and hone your skill. Tip of the hat. I don't attempt poetry. I don't even think poetically. But I liked what I read here as one of your first attempts.