Spring Abandonment

Spring Abandonment

I walk along a mountain stream
where water rollicks over rock and hill,
like my puppies, joyously fast,

incoherent of March shadows
whose buds are sprouting, stretching,
rising toward dappled light,

filling smudged silence with song,
teasing yawning sprouts
toward spring's sunlit exuberance.

Pinxters first will bloom, delicately curled,
long stems rising, scent sweetly filling the air,
as clusters of violet Birds Foot daintily dot the path.

Trillium soon will march upon forest floor,
Fire Pink, Lady Slippers, & Bleeding Hearts
parading for all they're worth.

The names alone thrill me,
but the puppies gladly trample upon forbidden,
care not for promises of Primrose, Bee Balm & Phlox;

concerned only with the rise & fall of tumbling current,
teasingly splashing, scampering along,
embracing Spring abandonment.

Margaret Bednar, March 28, 2019


I think I used at least 12 of the "Get Listed" words (we were only required to use 3)...

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with  Real Toads - Get Listed - Late March Edition"  

Late February

Awaiting the Cherry Blossoms...

Late February

Ice-blue eyes melt
as she softly blushes pink,
wraps herself in mourn's veiled mist.

Swollen streams caress her curves,
geese serenade upon arrival,

while returning songbirds
content themselves with preening
amongst camellia and bramble,

await crowning glory
of blooming cherry blossoms.

by Margaret Bednar, February 21, 2019

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Weekend Challenge - Season Your Poetry"

For Toni - an attempt at a haiku:

ice-blue gaze cracks
wrapped in mourn's veiled mist -
Geese serenade blushing blossoms

Kismet

Kismet

Bees absorb Autumn's sun,
astors drape field and valley
as storm clouds gather.

Cattle tagged and fattened,
idyllic days slumbering.  Numbered.
As are canopies of olive, lime, and jade.

Flip of calendar page.  Season's first frost.
Security and fate change
as quickly as that.

by Margaret Bednar, January 14, 2019

This is linked to "dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #71 - Change".  44 words incorporating the word "change".   This is an older poem (2014) that I have reworked. 

Here are some quotes on "change" that I really like:

“Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” 

― George Bernard Shaw

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” 

― Mother Teresa

“Fashion changes, but style endures.” 

― Coco Chanel

“One child, one teacher, one book, one pen can change the world.” 

― Malala Yousafzai, I Am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban

“To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often.” 

― Winston S. Churchill

“A bend in the road is not the end of the road…Unless you fail to make the turn.” 

― Helen Keller

“The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.” 

― Barbara Kingsolver, Small Wonder

“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees

and changing leaves.” 

― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“If you want to change attitudes, start with a change in behavior.” 

― Katherine Hepburn

"February is"

February is

shades of grey and tan,
dull sage green
with etchings of black;

like a bashful beauty
wrapped within woolen coat;

or a cardinal flashing through
forest's canopy.

I take my cue,
plump pillows of grey & tan,
swipe soft-green upon lids,
slip on little black, paint lips red -

drop my robe, remind him
spring's almost here.

by Margaret Bednar, February 9, 2014

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Imagined by Heaven" - featuring artist Lisa Graham, HERE.   Also look her up on Facebook.

Also linked with "dVerse Poets Pub - sketchbook in-the-moment poetry" - Claudia has us looking out our window and writing what we see.

This will also be for next week's Friday Flash 55 over at Mr. Know It All's blog HERE - perfect for Valentine's Day, I think! 

"Weekend Get-a-Way"

Weekend Get-a-Way

Beachside.  The word itself

draws a sigh.  Sand, sun,

not summer's emerald tinted waves,

but winters slate-gray

courts Atlantic's vast expanse. 

Her steady, almost solemn breath

greets us each morn, dolphins slice

parallel paths, seagulls pose

against a tangerine sky,

the perfect whelk, collected,

our footprints imprint our brief sojourn

upon her tide-swept shore.

by Margaret Bednar, February 7, 2014

This is for Friday Flash 55.  I am STILL re-running the two weekends I had with different daughters at the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  Ocracoke is my favorite island, and I can't wait to go back.

For those of you who are living in the wintery wonderland of "Antarctica Michigan" and other northern states of the U.S.A, maybe if you do what I did when I wrote this … closed my eyes and tried to feel the heat of the sun and sand - maybe this will warm you a bit.