Friday, May 7, 2010

Spring Poem (working draft)

Spring is Near

You can tell when spring is near:
A lemon drop unfolds on the forsythia,
Just one on a barren branch,
Then another, and another. 

The nascent necks of crocuses and daffodils,
And chives and garlic,
Breach the soil and stretch 
Into the frosty air.

A gazillion grassy weeds,
Rooted in the devil’s clutch,
Flow across the loam like lava.

And tender red-hued leaves of velvet
Slip, unnoticed, onto the rose bush stems
To presage the petals and perfume
Of Paradise and Picasso and Peace.  

2 comments:

  1. Your beautiful poem speaks of this morning feeding the horses.

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  2. I love the list of nascent necks, and the gazillion grassy weeds. I hear your wonderful voice here, see that beautiful place and I think of my own garden as well.

    J

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