Spring is near, a poem

SpringNear

 

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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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautiful and hopeful! Spring in its entirety.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      I can’t wait till it is here. Perhaps it is already in bloom where you are? We still have a while, but I am encouraged by the little hints here and there!

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  2. YOu are in a very happy frame of mind, Sumyanna. YOur poetry is so uplifting.

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