Not long ago, we got our first real taste of spring here in our corner of Kansas this year. Sunny skies and temps climbing well into the 70s left me inspired to flex my poetic wings. After all, if spring doesn’t inspire a writer to dabble in poetry, what will, right? So, friends, here’s my latest—hope you enjoy!
A Peek at Spring
Savoring it, that’s what I’m doing,
the preview of spring
that came our way.
Winter pulled back
for a few delightful days,
and we frolicked with Spring,
we promised her our hearts
if she would but stay.
“Not quite yet,” she said, “but soon.
I’ll leave some calling cards
to remind you of hope,
to remind you I won’t be long,
for I’ll be back in all my glory
after Winter heaves another breath,
after Winter punches his time clock.”
And with that she was off,
but true to her word
she left behind buds
bursting through winter’s branches,
she dotted dry landscapes
with the redbreasts of robins,
she pushed early miracles through the soil
with a crocus here, a daffodil there
and spotty green evidence of life
to spruce up our yards of straw.
This peek at spring
what power it holds
to refresh and recharge
to give life anew
to remind us that hope
is not far away but always in reach,
to remind us that glory is on the way.
Thank you, Lord, for spring,
thank you for hope never-ending.
“And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.” Romans 5:5
*What part of spring’s preview do you most enjoy?
*Flickr photo by anneheathen, Creative Commons License
I like the “winter punching his time clock” and the lines of : “dotted dry landscapes with redbreast of robins,” They both are great word pictures. The second has alliteration with the starting sounds, add color and overall a very nice poem. I enjoyed it.
Elece, so glad you enjoyed the poem! And I loved hearing which lines and word pictures you especially liked. Thanks for letting me know!
Cheryl, the first word of your poem, “savoring” describes my reaction to the early glimpse into Spring. I love the way you “frolick” with words to describe the seasons.
Thanks so much, Martha — and I love the image you created with your phrase “frolick with words.” Makes me smile :) Thanks so much for sharing!
Oops, just realized that when we say “frolicked” (past tense), we do indeed add the “k” on the end, but when it’s used in present tense, it’s simply “frolic.” There’s our spelling lesson for the day! :)
Hi Cheryl,
What lovely crocuses! Are those yours? I’m waiting for mine to pop up any week now, including tulips, daffodils, hyacinths, and aliums later too. Aiye, so exciting!
Jennifer Dougan
http://www.jenniferdougan.com
No, Jennifer, the crocuses aren’t mine (a Creative Commons Flickr photo), but they are indeed beautiful, aren’t they? Sounds like you’ve got some beautiful flowers to look forward to. Enjoy them!
What a beautiful poem, Cheryl! Spring is my absolute favorite time of year because it’s like a rebirth of the trees, flowers, landscapes, etc. Your poem makes me miss the midwest in the spring, especially when mentioning the robins and the other miracles. Again, thank you for sharing…
You’re welcome, Tamra — and thank you so much! So glad you enjoyed the poem and got a sweet reminder of the Midwest. Blessings!