We're already almost three weeks into spring, but we've had 40-50 cm of snow in the last few days and our patio is still totally out of sight. That don't stop me from daydreaming of the smell of earth and the buzz of mosquitoes as I poke at the first few emerging tulips and daffodils though.
Since April is poetry month, I thought I would share this poem which I had published in The Auxiliary News called The Process of Spring:
Like a shy child behind mother’s skirts
The sun hides behind gray clouds.
In company of fully dressed spruce,
Bare birches stand unashamed.
Like a pacing, expectant father
March winds sway the stand of trees.
In the absence of sparrows and crows
Traffic hums the only sound.
As Mother Nature lifts her skirts of gray
Suns powerful rays appear.
Alders, willows and birches bud now
Watered by the melting snow.
Short, snowy, cold days become longer,
Show’ry, sunshiny, warm days.
And then from under a blanket of snow
Emerges a mulched garden.
© Beverly Nippard, August 21, 2005
The sun hides behind gray clouds.
In company of fully dressed spruce,
Bare birches stand unashamed.
Like a pacing, expectant father
March winds sway the stand of trees.
In the absence of sparrows and crows
Traffic hums the only sound.
As Mother Nature lifts her skirts of gray
Suns powerful rays appear.
Alders, willows and birches bud now
Watered by the melting snow.
Short, snowy, cold days become longer,
Show’ry, sunshiny, warm days.
And then from under a blanket of snow
Emerges a mulched garden.
© Beverly Nippard, August 21, 2005
...ahhhhh (deep breath!)
2 comments:
Hello Bev:
Wonderful to read your spring poem.
The weather here's been lovely too.
Miss you....
Love Treese
Thanks Treese. Would you believe we still have lots of snow around? We even have a few flakes floating down now outside my patio window, but I'm optimistic. The snow is slowly shrinking - really!
Hugs...
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