Signs of a Southern Spring
Might it be a redbird's first morning song
flung to drift above forest floor & newborn fawn
or perhaps prayer-like, hovers silently,
glides swanlike, glistening righteously?
Is it evident in wisteria's pea-like blooms,
in ocean's rippled, sun-kissed dunes
& bulrush's faded plumes ripe for harvesting, residing
on island's open grasslands, creekside?
Lovers embrace it, fisherman tilt hats "good morn",
as heron glides across its full Pink Moon.
by Margaret Bednar, April 3, 2018
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform" and NaPoWriMo 2018 (30 poems in 30 days).
I also am linking really late to the previous "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Sunday Mini-Challenge - The Heroic Couplet" I took artistic liberty with the rhyming (used near rhymes at times) and the meter isn't iambic pentameter throughout.
We were to write about a favorite poet or one of their works. I chose Mary Oliver and her book "Felicity". It is a gorgeous read and I drew on the essence of a few of her poems throughout the entire book.
I will be on spring break for the first few days of April and will schedule my poems in advance - I am unable to figure out how (if I even can) visit and comment on my phone's "BlogTouchPro" app ...
I can post but Mr. Linky does not show up.
So I thank you all for visiting me and commenting and I promise I will visit and comment when I return.
A joyous Easter to all those who celebrate.
12 comments:
I love your near rhymes, Margaret. They are so subtle but convey a wonderfully lyrical mood.
'ocean's rippled, sun-kissed dunes'.. gosh such gorgeous imagery in this, Margaret!💞
This is lovely, I can smell the scent of flowers and fresh air. A pleasure to start my day,,
It sounds very sweet and peaceful, your Spring.
I am looking for all the local signs of spring too. This winter has gone on far too long.
This sounds like a perfect spring... love it.
So many beautiful images to envision. Just beautiful, Margaret.
Reminds me of home. Lovely poem.
oh to experience signs of a southern spring ... the pacific northwest spring is slow coming ...
Your poem is full of rich imagery, Margaret. I love 'a redbird's first morning song / flung to drift above forest floor...' and 'wisteria's pea-like blooms'.
I like your Southern Spring. This is the general picture. We are a little different her along the East Texas Gulf Coast, flowers are somewhat different, the birds too. some. Mocking birds, doves, blackbirds, herons and cranes, woodpeckers.
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You write spring beautifully.
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