Is It Spring, Yet?
On the doorstep of springtime, I’m staring out the window at piles of snow. Under there somewhere crocus, hyacinths and anemone windflowers struggle to sprout.
Usually by now they are already up and possibly blooming in violet, yellow or white. Hardy, yet too delicate to battle this much snow, it temps me to shovel out the front garden. Hmm, maybe not.
Spring promises us rebirth and renewal from tiny seeds to leaf buds on a giant oak, from baby lambs to robin eggs of blue, and from snow and ice to warm fragrant breezes and sunshine.
Here are a couple of my poems to celebrate the coming season:
SPRING
Nature
buds
with
promise
of
life,
beauty
and
renewal.
FAREWELL WINTER
Exploring tulip pokes shoots out
of melting ice and snow frosted ground,
daring winter dangers to scout
promise of springtime coming ‘round.
Proving to be one brave fellow
crocus blooms purple, white or yellow.
Sunshine!
Snowmelt! Birdsongs! A thaw to last.
Earth liberated from arctic blast.
Jonquil unfolds her lemon skirt;
leaves bud on branches too long bare;
March showers splatter garden dirt;
hyacinth blossoms scent the air.
Azure skies romance cloud puffs high
while all nature is heard to sigh,
Sunshine!
Snowmelt! Birdsongs! A thaw to last.
Earth liberated from arctic blast.
Karen Elizabeth Rigley
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