Spring is near, a poem



This morning,

I awoke

to the sound of finches

singing their morning song

I watched as

they gleefully flit

from tree to tree

bird feeder to bird feeder.

These days,

change has come –

trees have started

to awaken

from winter’s long keep,

their buds

a resplendent hue

of crimson sun.

I feel joyous

that the earth is,

once again,

fertile ground,

filled with promise.

I can’t wait –

to see the silent dance

of birth,

the slow creeping

of fragile stem and leaf

and later –

a dazzling display

of painted landscape.


© Sumyanna 2018


Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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