Being Ready.
See the Spring sun wedging its roundness
through gaps in grey clouds,
shouldering freeze away from flowering.
See fresh buds writhing as half-opened
colour expects warmth's
bold impregnation to be lustily potent.
See the bare-branches upwardly meshing
as seething with stretch
greenness reshapes its abundant tresses.
See the hedgerows dance sans moving,
as wild blossom-heads loosen
and nod to awaking's evocative music.
See the earth flush with myriad pleasures
and enter dimensions where
success is measured by just being ready.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
I was ready and expecting a good poem, and so it was! heehee.
reading this seems to make the long wait, more worthwhile .. x
Yes Fay, Spring is approaching very quickly.
Andy
'nod to awaking's evocative music.'
how I cherish these past few years
gifted
to welcome Spring, in-step with your
delectably timely, poetic songs..
simply majestic, dear Fay
thank you!
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