the day looks inviting,
spring bright and blooming
like pink magnolias and maple tree
by blue river way
unblemished by the winter cold,
gnawing the branches until the
leaves close their eyes, and
flutter ash white to the ground
untouched by the stormy wind,
cleaving the roots and tendrils into
barren dust, hibernating in
the womb of mother earth
sleeping deep, oblivious to
screeching of geese, scampering
squirrels, singing of wrens
i hear by the solitary window,
draped by grey curtain clouds,
hovering over the icy landscape
i gaze at thinning paper walls, lost
in magnolia petals and maple leaves
Posted for: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - OpenLinkNight- Monday
and D'verse Poets Pub - Open Link Night - Tuesday starting at 3pm EST
It is winter in my side of the world. Thanks for the visit.
picture credit: Ken Simm
Beautiful. I FEEL spring in your words!
ReplyDeleteThis is heavenly... you have painted a masterpiece in my mind a perfect place I'd like to be.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I love the scene that you paint.
ReplyDeleteha there is always paradise to dream about...esp in the cold and grey...
ReplyDeleteYou handled the topic of nature and it's ability to captivate. Viva la
ReplyDeleteIt took me away "by blue river way". Very nice. I like also like the "magnolias and maple". Heck, I liked it all. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and lovely imagery:)
ReplyDeletemagnolia petals and maple leaves...such a perfect ending.
ReplyDeleteGreat verse Heaven! Maple trees look such a golden brown spectacle before winter.
ReplyDeleteHank
This is a lyrical poem, which reminds me of the classics, in its timelessness of the setting.
ReplyDeletevery beautiful and tender and serene
ReplyDeleteBrrr...winter here too now. Lovely prose.
ReplyDeleteWhat part of Canada are you? We're on PEI.
Thanks for the lovely words.
ReplyDeleteDaydreamertoo - I live in Ontario :-)
Beautifully beautiful...magnolia petals...wow!
ReplyDeleteIt feels as if everybody tonight was inspired somehow by the same stuff... loved this one, especially
ReplyDelete:-)
lyrical indeed - the subject matter, the approach, teh phrasing and images - all have a classic feel to them which is great to read here - and Ken is a most excellent photographer - nice seeing it up at dVerse - loved "draped by grey curtain clouds,
ReplyDeletehovering over the icy landscape
i gaze at thinning paper walls, lost
in magnolia petals and maple leaves "
I'm from England but have lived in PEI for 10 years and am a proud Canadian citizen too. :)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteI love nature poems...close to my heart, and yours is beautiful. Enjoyed very much
ReplyDeleteNow there is a place I'd like to go and first time even seeing your second blog show.
ReplyDeleteLovely weave!
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery and allusions. Thank goodness for windows...where would we see without them. Very good job on this look at nature, and your place looking at it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem....reminded me of the magnolia tree I had years ago,when I lived in a cold climate - it bloomed while the ground was still frozen and bare.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty poem. k.
ReplyDeletelovely poem and a lovely picture to wrap it all up in a nice bow..
ReplyDeletenicely done!
Heavenly Grace/Graceful Heaven, the capture of weather and objects of nature in this piece left me transfixed, like I was sitting at the window looking outside. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love this:
ReplyDelete"cleaving the roots and tendrils into
barren dust, hibernating"
This is so very lovely ... it is filled with softness, dew, gentle ripples of air and kind birds and animal. It is a picture of paradise.
ReplyDeleteGreat mood and descriptions here, Heaven. Esp liked "...until the/leaves close their eyes, and
ReplyDeleteflutter ash white to the ground..."
Beautiful, Heaven! It doesn't feel so cold in here now!
ReplyDeletehttp://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/the-sun-came-up-again-4/
Beautifully woven spring to break up my winter frost. The last few lines are the cement in this lively concrete poem.
ReplyDeletei like the hibernating in the womb, it has the connotation of rebirth
ReplyDeleteHibernating in the womb of mother earth. And a magnolia tree is heaven to sit under when it is blooming.
ReplyDeletejust started smiling as the magnolia tree in my garden started blossoming this week...and i have to tell it that it's just the wrong time of the year...i like the wallpaper you paint here...
ReplyDeleteThis gives me such a feeling of warmth. Nice on such a cold day. Thank you.
ReplyDeletelove to look from inside out ...lovely poem thank you x x
ReplyDeletemagnolia petals and maple leaves - what wonderful things to get lost in :)
ReplyDeletesuch a wonderful contrast of colours, textures and feeling. To gaze upon the change of seasons and that holding on offering a splash of colour, light and hope.
ReplyDelete"spring bright and blooming" love this line and the sound of it!
ReplyDeleteLovely poetry all the way through.