Changing Seasons
Chords strum,
memories uproot -
of hands held, hands empty,
laughter and tears
and when the first crocus unfurls
words melt into place,
vibrato'd, caressed
upon my golden guitar
and together
we turn toward the sun
and reach.
by Margaret Bednar, January 8, 2016
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Music with Marian - February- Dar Williams"
Gives me hope for spring and romance.
ReplyDeleteHow very,very beautiful this is, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteSuccinct and lovely. :-)
ReplyDelete-HA
At the end through this passage is that bloom.. A wonderful hope in those flowers
ReplyDeleteLovely and the ending perfect
ReplyDeleteOooooh, your poem oozes romance!
ReplyDeleteYes, so looking forward to this moment. Lovely, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteI love this turning towards the sun with a golden guitar. Beautious.
ReplyDeleteOoh this is nice! Love the photos, too--the bright splashes of color are a welcome sight!
ReplyDeleteI can 'almost' see her, but I don't visualize. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteShe would be playing/singing at times with my alter ego friend (is there such a thing?), Emmy Lou Harris.
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perfect written
ReplyDeletegood luck
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