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:
Spring feels like it's finally hit Montana, too. Nicely done, Annell. Your blackbird's morning comes to life.
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
Beautiful poem, Annell. I love it. Your second line is brilliant.
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....
Spring is a time of tender signs.. hesitant at first .. and then the explosion..
Beautiful words..
Awake!
A sure sign that winter has passed and spring has arrived.
and a happy Spring to you too
ZQ
I love that she is free to choose her own flight pattern - after so many miles, it seems only fair.
Yes, a true sign of spring! It is coming here ever so slowly.
I love your optimism, Annell. But I'm not convinced. It's darn cold out here! ;)
BEautiful Annell!
I love your second line....and the poem breathes joy and peacefulness...
This is full of warmth and comfort. Lovely scene you have painted with these words,
Elizabeth
I love everything about this poem, Annell. The form is perfect for its message.
Pamela
Spring. Hope. Joy. We start afresh.
I saw my first robin the other day as I was walking along--your poem is like the spring--alive and fresh!
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