Snow melting in fields
I smile
No new snow
as predicted
Temperture will rise
Upper 40's
Thinking of Spring
As 4 dozen orange cookies
cool on the rack
Spring In The Garden
After a night of rain
I go out, wearing clogs
Wrapped in an old overcoat
against the spring cold
water pours white
through the open dikes
peach blossoms glow red
beyond the willows
fields of new grass spread away
edged and checkered
poles rise from the wells
at the wood's edge
I go back in
to write at my small desk
evening arrives, I'm alone
happy among green weeds
~~Poem sent to me - from my son - December 2002~~
10 comments:
a lovely poem. Funny how I longed for the snow, and now the spring is what is calling to me...but still, I am delighted with the magical crystals sparkling outside my window...BOTH/AND.
Your sons beautiful words- I called to mind the many times have I dashed out in PJ"S and clogs to get the trash out "just in time". I never took time to write about it. Thanks for sharing.
Spring is coming. The birds are acting differently.
Is Spring fever going around??
Balisha
Orange cookies, I'm so excited, yum-yum!
You with your snow, and I with none, both dreaming of spring.
"Spring in the Garden" is a lovely poem, your son is poet too!
Wishing for you a week filled with good things!
LauraX, -teri, Tabor, Balisha and WM - I smile...
Seems to be you passed on some of your writing wisdom to your son. Both poems are beautifully spoken from the heart.
Thank you for this glimpse of spring on a very cold day in the snow-covered woods of Maine. I am lucky to be able to enjoy the snow from inside, and I am so grateful when the sun shines.
It is "staying light" longer....spring will come, I know it will!!!
Mermaid, Sharon and Beverly - thank you for visiting.
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