Unfolding.
Spring speaks to granite chill
as rocks warm to changing sunrise
above glistening curls of unfolding life.
Spring's tongue savours the heaps
of frosty-haired weed left by high tide
and licks new buds adorning the roadside.
Spring's time being short seeks out
empty hedgerows and nudges white
roots to crawl towards lengthening light.
Spring creeps in after winter leaves
to kiss growth awake with eager desire
for bountiful blossoms to please our eyes.
Praise for the yearly welcome gifts
in the burgeoning season of Springtime.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Spring is always welcome in Canada,we've just had more snow,but your poem is just around the corner,glistening curls of unfolding life,awesome line,thanks,take care
Grand to hear you too in Canada are expecting the arrival of Spring and thanks for dropping by Dean for a read of what we here south-west U.K. are seeing unfold before our eyes - may your snow melt soon to show you lots of sunshiny flowers again dear poet- friend.
By 'eck Fay, tha knows me too well, you've described me to a T here "A heap of frosty haired weed left by the high tide".
What a lovely welcome reminder that spring has arrived with it's smile across the country. I shall find a place to walk among the bluebells and sit beneath the blossoms though I haven't been out to see any daffodils yet. I'm hiding away from covid nasties. My family have it, Goldfinch and Teddy both have it.
Your words arrive like a gift vision of all the springtime pleasures I know are beyond my door when i dare to venture out.
Many thanks for your supportive comment dear Dusk - and I do hope you are able to venture outdoors very soon to enjoy the smiles of all the spring flowers.
another delectable Nature poem
from you, dear Fay
our beloved Blighty is sandwiched
in mother Nature's beauty, grinning
from sky, to blossoming tree...!
hail our Devine of Spring
welcome, our season
of galvanising respite
how timely, your warmth
soothes
our world weary heart's
And how kind are your very supportive comments dear friend - - many thanks for your visit to my page of efforts of tribute to Nature.
You just painted my day & perfectly dear Fay .............. it truly feels like spring is upon us ... or prolet as we say in the starra planina mountains .. x
So glad to have coloured your day with this little tribute to spring my dear Nev. - - - hhhmmm prolet sounds a romantic way to describe it though I only know the French printemps which to my ears sounds pretty.
Good write Fay.
Well, the blossom tree in our front garden (there's not that many in our road - aww) buds about the first day of Spring. Some years it's up to two weeks later.
Let's hope it stays Spring-like, or reasonably so!
Agree with you Orchi that Spring has a name for being precocious so maybe the buds will have to wait longer - - but oh what a show when blossom trees flower.
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