Sunday, May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/Spring is Here/Poets United Poetry Pantry #200


Spring is Here
Examined carefully I see nothing is really broken
Not wings nor heart nor bones
This life moment is exactly as it should be
The redwing blackbird sings her song
She holds onto the dried cattails in the meadow
She is free to choose her own flight pattern
In the light of morning she completes the picture
The red bar on her wing signifies her kind
Her eyes sharp and accurate
She signals the dead of winter has passed
Spring is here at last







16 comments:

brenda w said...

Spring feels like it's finally hit Montana, too. Nicely done, Annell. Your blackbird's morning comes to life.

Jae Rose said...

Isn't it strange..when things feel 'right' it often happens without fanfare or fussing..it just is..i think your poem illustrates and occupies that feeling perfectly..just right xo

sabrabowers said...

Beautiful poem, Annell. I love it. Your second line is brilliant.

Brian Miller said...

it is good to see those signs of spring...
to know it might be here for real...i dont know that i have ever seen a redwing blackbird but in pictures....

Björn said...

Spring is a time of tender signs.. hesitant at first .. and then the explosion..
Beautiful words..

Awake!

Tatius T. Darksong said...

A sure sign that winter has passed and spring has arrived.

R.K. Garon said...

and a happy Spring to you too
ZQ

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love that she is free to choose her own flight pattern - after so many miles, it seems only fair.

Belva Rae Staples said...

Yes, a true sign of spring! It is coming here ever so slowly.

Walt Wojtanik said...

I love your optimism, Annell. But I'm not convinced. It's darn cold out here! ;)

Laura said...

BEautiful Annell!

Sumana Roy said...

I love your second line....and the poem breathes joy and peacefulness...

resurrecting-harmony-and-invention said...

This is full of warmth and comfort. Lovely scene you have painted with these words,

Elizabeth

flaubert said...

I love everything about this poem, Annell. The form is perfect for its message.

Pamela

keiths ramblings said...

Spring. Hope. Joy. We start afresh.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I saw my first robin the other day as I was walking along--your poem is like the spring--alive and fresh!