It seems like more
than mere sleep—
we see the rigor mortis.
But sun begins
his daily ministrations
and the ground by fractions
starts to thaw.
Then birds come in
with heartening treatments
as if their twittering
could stir minute resuscitations—
the buds then swell
and blades break through—
and up and down and all around
a riot of color—movement—
sound and fragrance—
the circus for our senses
that is spring.
There is life in your lines..beautiful poem on spring Thanks for remembering Glen
More than sleep we feel nature and birds chirp to motivate us. A great imagery is drawn in this poem. An interesting sharing is don really...10
thanks, kumarmani. this is a poem i started a long time ago, forgot about for a long time, then remembered while lying awake before rising recently. i think i've finally finished it. be well! -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and imaginative poem of the reawakening of the land. I’m always amazed at how much is happening, unseen, before the big outburst of life occurs in spring. Reminds me of my poem “A drop of hope.”
hey, laurie! back from spain? good to see your comment—thank you. i think i've read a drop of hope, but i'll have to revisit it. blessings on you and your family. -glen