Snow is gone but the ground
Still holds its cold.
Warmth in spots, sun showers
Sink beneath my skin warming me from the inside out.
Familiar places return from the
Snows, like crops from the field.
Plants and flower stalks rise from
The ashes of last year’s autumn,
And leaves flattened by winter’s drifts
Stir in the spring breeze and blow in gangs across the yard.
All is in motion, change is in the air
And the earth responds.
The ice comes out of the birdbath in a saucer
shaped disk, embedded with seed husks.
The spring forest greens from the ground up and red and brown catkins
decorate the maple and aspen tree tops.
Even the sound of the windchimes responds to the spring breezes.
Winter’s harsh clanging is softened to a lovely lull of melody.
Oak trees gladly relinquish last year’s leaves to
make room for new buds opening.
As if to say, “Now is the time – the moment has come, embrace the new season
of growth and life until the cycle repeats and winter’s snow returns with the
silence and stillness of ice.”
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I miss the cold, I do.
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I’ve had more than enough this year!! ill send you some next winter!! 🙂
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Please do, we hardly get any winter
Meh
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Today it was almost 80, here in CT. It was a perfect spring day. I’ve had way more than enough cold too. And snow….
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Me, too, way too much snow here, even for Maine. I grew up on Wilton, CT. I like the weather in CT much better than here in Maine! but spring is here now, finally!!
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Now is the time – the moment has come, embrace the new season.
True, literally and otherwise ❤
Lovely poem, ma'am.
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Thank you. 🙂 your comments are much appreciated 🙂
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Very nice poem. You really captured the changing of the seasons well. And I love that line, “the silence and stillness of ice”
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Thank you for your comments, always greatly appreciated!
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what a beautiful place you have there ….
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