dawn is whipping up sky in
bluesy pink hues
in my sleep, i hear birdsongs &
squirrels chasing away shadows
and egging me to rise
flinging away the lingering winter chill
and push my tiny green fingertip up-
a spring bud above cold soil
"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Monday, March 26, 2018
eggs for spring breakfast
dawn is whipping up sky in
bluesy pink hues
in my sleep, i hear birdsongs &
squirrels chasing away shadows
and egging me to rise
flinging away the lingering winter chill
and push my tiny green fingertip up-
a spring bud above cold soil
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A beautiful song of the hope hidden within Spring's coming.
ReplyDeleteI love the story in here... wonderful with those green fingertips... they have started to come here... yesterday it felt a bit like spring.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great title, Grace, for a Quadrille that evokes early morning, springtime feelings. My favourite lines:
ReplyDelete'...egging me to rise
flinging away the lingering winter chill
and push my tiny green fingertip up-
a spring bud above cold soil'.
First to appear is always a thrill.
ReplyDeleteI like the phrase "push my tiny green fingertip up".
ReplyDeleteSuch a glorious ode to spring, Grace!💖
ReplyDeletelovely light touch in these fingertipped lines - 'squirrels chasing away shadows' - ahh!
ReplyDeleteThe waking, morning, spring and new shoots—lovely!
ReplyDeleteOh, delicious - those green finger tips. An image of hope and resilience, and a perfect description of those first questing stalks.
ReplyDeleteTrying to wake up on through, as spring wants to spring.
ReplyDeleteYour piece is a lovely reminder that Spring will eventually come.
ReplyDeleteLove it! That, is a Crocus, one of my favorite flowers. In Indiana, they come up through the snow. What a peaceful life as a plant doing what's needed.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to tell just when Spring breaks. Sometimes it just crawls back inside the shell.
ReplyDeleteHope and spring - beautifully expressed :)
ReplyDeleteI wish, I would see some green push up through the cold soil. It's been a long winter.
ReplyDeleteGreat use of egg in this part.
and egging me to rise
flinging away the lingering winter chill
A cool tribute to spring. So light and happy.
ReplyDeleteand push my tiny green fingertip up-
ReplyDeletea spring bud above cold soil
Wonderful coming of Spring is always awaited for. Very much so, Grace!
Hank
Tiny spring fingertip--endearing and with great complementing photo!
ReplyDeleteThe first line is great and gives so much momentum for the poem, the day, the season.
ReplyDelete"dawn is whipping up sky"
like a joyful mother in the early morning, making a hearty breakfast for her dearest, and singing all the while.
Ah, to take on the voice of the crocus awakening and popping up from its cold duvet of soil....Love it! :) Wonderful perspective here.
ReplyDeleteAh that's what spring is really and truly all about!
ReplyDeleteI love the sight of bulb flowers making their first spring appearance, a "spring bud above cold soil."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery, coming together to compose a story of a Spring awakening! Perfect, Grace!
ReplyDeleteSpring comes to life in this quadrille and I love it. I wanted to stay forever in the first two lines...the image of dawn whipping up the sky in pastel colours was so vivid and creative.
ReplyDeleteI adore your poetry and phrasing, Grace.
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