A PROMISE THAT
SPRING IS ON THE WAY
Birds in the air
and in my hair
Up close and
personal
They whisper to
me
With their honey
coated songs
Birds would fly
higher
If it were not
for gravity
I do wonder…
How they sit on
wires and are not electrified
The blood of your
life
Covers the path I
walk
The edges hard
My teeth on edge
You bare yourself
to me
I am startled
You shake your
rattles
It is the
crescendo of the day
I wait for the
Mexican blue bird’s passing
On that day in
April
He will fill each
sage brush on the mesa
A promise that
spring is on the way
February 25, 2018
11 comments:
A fruitful expectation. Happy Sunday Annell
Much💖love
Loved all the reminders of birds. Spring is indeed in the air.
So lovely, the arrival of the bluebird, and spring.
I too wait for more signs of spring...they are slow in coming, but if we look with all our senses we will notice the slightest ones.
Hi Annell, I think most people from PU commented on your earlier poem, but I have taken it down now, and the rest will comment this one.
What a lovely anticipation of Spring. We have sunshine today for the first time in a long week of waffling between drizzle and downpour. Ah, there's something about sunshine that makes Spring seem closer!
Yes, and I cannot wait...
ZQ
absolutely captivating opening that just dances and wheels like the birds in their spring dances - gorgeous! Cheers
This is the kind of piece - with its mesmerizing and intriguing lines - I love to wander in, for a bit. Wonderful writing!
Ah, my friend, I too am waiting for the birds, their songs, and their wings outspread,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2010/08/06/dance-of-veils/
Love that last stanza...beautiful
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