peel away old skin
untangle twigs, twisted with tattered leaves
clear cobwebs and broken glass from winter's storm
new buds thrust their faces
up above the rain-dappled ground, their tongues
hungry for sun-yellowed lashes
spring comes hurling a giant ball whilst whistling with cardinals-
Credit: Colossal
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 7. This is a 44 word count with the word TWIST. The pub opens at 3pm EST. We had a wonderful spring weather over the weekend, finally !
I love the sense of spring coming... it's like a full force, and I'm just smiling... even if we've had a but of backlash here for while.
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh. I love this. Literally, as well as a metaphor for change. So great.
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful poem, and I'm intrigued by the image in the photo.
ReplyDeleteI think you really got spring down in this piece.
Beautiful imagery of spring. And I love the remnants of winter being cleared away.
ReplyDeleteJust gorgeous, Grace--this line delighted me: hungry for sun-yellowed lashes
ReplyDeleteThat was very good!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Beautiful. Especially love the second stanza! :) Ah spring ---- ready for it!
ReplyDeletesuch vivid imagery. i can perfectly picture a timelapse video of the scene you paint - spring pushing its way through the remnants of winter, jubilant and undefeated.
ReplyDeleteSpring is finally here indeed, the signs are sure a showing.
ReplyDeleteSuch an ACTIVE Spring! :)
ReplyDeleteInteresting description of Spring. Well done. :)
ReplyDeleteI like that description of spring hurling and how nice that you finally got a taste of it, Grace.
ReplyDeleteHurling a giant ball...snowball? ☺
ReplyDelete"rain-dappled ground, their tongues
ReplyDeletehungry for sun-yellowed lashes"
Beautiful.
So many amazing lines in this - hungry for sun-yellowed lashes - love tht image. Spring is not a soft season but a force - change - wonderful metaphor for change and renewal.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous. Having waited so long for it, am sure you are all enraptured! What a beast of a winter.
ReplyDeleteLove the images of Spring's beginnings. It is finally here! I think we are in the clear, Grace. I had to smile at "broken glass from winter's storm". I left a curry plant in a ceramic pot outside and I've been avoiding cleaning up the thousand pieces.
ReplyDeletelove this gorgeous spring coming..."...their tongues hungry for sun-yellowed lashes" so beautiful...
ReplyDeleteA gorgeous contrast of old skin and new buds - with whistling cardinals!
ReplyDeleteSuch an arrival deserves our celebration!
ReplyDeleteLovely! and what nice picture Grace !!
ReplyDeleteLovely! and what nice picture Grace !!
ReplyDeleteWonderful spring images!
ReplyDeleteAnd just in time! Lovely, Grace!
ReplyDeleteLovely look at spring! Especially like the cardinals.
ReplyDeleteFull force of Spring (Life) bursting forth. Awesome stuff well told.
ReplyDeleteLove the line "spring comes hurling a giant ball whilst whistling with cardinals." A stunning spring twist Grace! Hugs! Bekkie
ReplyDeleteI like the line about whistling with cardinals. Today, when I went for a walk I came across one of these and I stopped to listen to his song.
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