your umber words
undo
my laced-up ribbons
kindles fire
effervescent as wine
i snow melt
furrows to crown
& between fingertips
i grow fresh skin
throw wild air-kisses
to red-
crested cardinals
there's no time
swooning over you
because
you've already flown,
dancing with starlings
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post, with word MELT.
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Ohhhhhh. That first stanza! Breathless...
ReplyDelete"you've already flown, dancing with starlings...." Beautiful, Grace!
ReplyDeleteFlown to coop, have to take it all in when you can
ReplyDeleteI feel unwrapped from winter by your words... yes the first stanza...wow.
ReplyDeleteI think we are all ready for Spring! The first stanza made me gasp with delight. Cardinals, starlings...flight and love and flight...gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThe tender embrace of spring! A beautiful rendering.
ReplyDeleteThis poem has wonderful movement from the intimate to the immense.
ReplyDeleteGreat line break after "I snow melt." Like it melts into the next stanza. Nice.
ReplyDeleteI love this SO much. :)
ReplyDeleteEspecially this:
"& between fingertips
i grow fresh skin"
Just beautiful! ...throw wild air-kisses... my favorite! I bird-watch all the time and probably have done that. Your picture of the murmuration of birds is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great use of the word melt, Grace. I love that first stanza too and "there's no time swooning over you"...
ReplyDelete.... you've already flown/dancing with starlings .... Oh my, what an ending!
ReplyDeleteWow! Wonderful! So full of exuberance and life.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous picture - to make us melt at the beauty.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is so light and airy, Grace.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words of a love lost...magical...
ReplyDeleteWow! Freedom from the cold and snow! So beautiful!
ReplyDeleteAnd lovely skies to dance in, too!
ReplyDeleteLovely! Love the phrase "I snow melt"
ReplyDeleteBeyond lovely, this piece shimmers, undulates, & wings its way into a love fest with Spring itself. I adore the lines (as do others) /throw wild kisses/to red-/crested cardinals/.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the moment if you are lucky to notice - and a starling filled sky is something I long to see...
ReplyDeleteYou write well!
ReplyDelete"throw wild air-kisses
ReplyDeleteto red-
crested cardinals"
I fell in love with this stanza!
This is beautifully written. I loved the first stanza and that line about growing fresh skin between fingertips. Beautiful!
ReplyDeletePerfection. This just spills with colour and motion.
ReplyDeleteSpring Loves with
ReplyDeleteor without eYes...
melt of hate
melt of anger
fear of melting
heArt.. lives in Spring..:)