Coming Alive.
Cascading from winter's mountainous hold,
Spring descends, partially clad in earliest
Green, vibrant with seasonal need, and bold
With rampancy, it shoots bursts of new pearly
Fingers, fresh with sticky spring juice, skyward.
Showing impatience with tethered birth it shoves
And shoulders neighbours for freedom, lighter
Than bright spring-coloured rivalry then rubs
Noses with rapacious hedgerow fighting.
Springtime is never the gentlest of seasons,
Night views raw subterranian root-races.
And despite "lamb's tail" stories being legion
Coming alive proves a challenge for Spring
Susan Jarvis
Your poet's keen eye for detail as breathed the full force of life into rapant, rapacious Spring - I love your choice of words, Fay. :)
Your poet's keen eye for detail as breathed the full force of life into rapant, rapacious Spring - I love your choice of words, Fay. :)
Sandra Martyres
Fay you have avibrant imagination and your choice of words makes me green with envy sometimes...a gifted poet you are...Love this "Coming Alive" poem..Cheers Sandra
Fay you have avibrant imagination and your choice of words makes me green with envy sometimes...a gifted poet you are...Love this "Coming Alive" poem..Cheers Sandra
Sandra Dodd
Thats what I mean by elevated beauty in your words. Nail it everytime. There is nothing more soothing than your poetry. Doctors should say "Take two Faye Slimms and dont call me in the morning, you'll be fine"! bookmarking this one, cant wait to see what you do to summer.
Thats what I mean by elevated beauty in your words. Nail it everytime. There is nothing more soothing than your poetry. Doctors should say "Take two Faye Slimms and dont call me in the morning, you'll be fine"! bookmarking this one, cant wait to see what you do to summer.
i like this bold take on spring...yes, coming alive takes fierce determination....