Spring Slumbers Still
The wood is still damp from the heavy morning's rain;
tree trunks bear the moisture like fragrant stains
of mother natures heady sweet perfume
though spring still hides I know that she will bloom
In weeks to come, with elegant lenten rose
and pretty periwinkle that quietly grows
around the little brook down by the fence
that later will be alive with bold pink quince.
Along my path spring's now in camouflage,
covered by dappled taupe and brown collage
but very soon the curtain will open wide
to expose precious snowdrops where they hide.
The shy pink phlox will eclipse the rotting stiles
and forsythia will shine with sunny smiles.
Quiescent spring I know you slumber still
but do please come soon to decorate these hills
with miles and miles of happy daffodils
to give our winter hearts their thirsting fill.
Please, please say you will not withhold
your warm sweet air and lilacs that unfold
in vibrant blue, competing with azure sky,
emitting soft gentle breezes like angel's sighs
Soon please awake and lift your veil of winter haze
to celebrate with bright and joyful days
of intoxicating, succulent, fragrant blooms
accompanied by songbirds and their tunes
Announcing that what bleak winter had subdued
has now left the slumbering nest and been made new.
Another beautiful poem filled with magical imagery and as Leslie says "this is awesome". It's a poem to get lost in, as nature plays the leading role to take the reader to another place that is glorious. Bookmarked!
You my dearest sis might be the best poet I know. This is awesome!
An awesome poem. One of the best that I've ever read on this site. Stunning and so beautifully composed.