young man boards a full train
holding a small pot of green, sapling-
sparking color in room of grey scarves,
black coats and winter boots
i daydream of sleeping seeds
& blankets of sunshine & cups of tea
a white-haired couple stands near me,
talking animatedly, as if they are
in their own garden, reading the
same book & she has stars
in her eyes as he leans in to
kiss, lover in the intimate space--
their twining hands remind me
that spring does not vanish at winter's breath
but is blossoming
everywhere-
By Sharon Knight
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This was a wonderful and tender moment... really love the old couple and boy wit his plant. I feel that if you are observant you see spring even in the depth of winter.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed this snapshot of other people's lives, Grace. I often watch people on trains and stations, and wonder where they are going or who they are meeting. I love:
ReplyDelete'sparking color in room of grey scarves,
black coats and winter boots
i daydream of sleeping seeds
& blankets of sunshine & cups of tea'
and
'their twining hands remind me
that spring does not vanish at winter's breath
but is blossoming
everywhere-'
Beautiful imagery, reminding us that Spring is always in the heart.
ReplyDeleteI was in the carriage with you as you were describing the scene. I especially love the white haired couple and 'their twining hands remind me that spring does not vanish at winter's breath but is blossoming everywhere'
ReplyDeleteI adore your "commuter poems"; they are so touching and you find such interesting things to capture. HBO used to have a series called SUBWAY
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Oh, so lovely!!!
ReplyDeleteI love this, the first signs of spring. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou get such a lot of inspiration from your train journeys. Your poems have life and colour and movement.
ReplyDeleteWow! So beautiful, I love the imagery! A little slice of life...
ReplyDeleteA nice catch in the day and shows a blooming can still shine through.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely adore this!💞 Especially; "spring does not vanish at winter's breath." Gorgeously penned!💞
ReplyDeletetheir twining hands remind me
ReplyDeletethat spring does not vanish at winter's breath
but is blossoming everywhere-
Young hearts will find their own domains anywhere and at any time.
Hank
Gorgeous!
ReplyDeletewhat a tender moment--you captured it beautifully Grace.
ReplyDeleteI liked the phrase "spring does not vanish at winter's breath".
ReplyDeleteYour poem compliments the image below.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully well written and your work always speaks truth from your heart and soul. That is how poetry brings peace on humanity.
"their twining hands remind me
ReplyDeletethat spring does not vanish at winter's breath"
nice exchange! A very well-written poem, Grace!
This is so beautiful, you have a good eye Grace for observing moments of life.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed this. lovely. so few poems on love that lasts through the decades
ReplyDeleteThe gray-haired couple as lovers and then the younger ones and the plant and Spring is everywhere, even in the middle of severe cold. Love it!
ReplyDeleteI love these little islands of spring in the midst of winter!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful to see Spring beyond the mask of winter.
ReplyDeleteWonderful moment...
ReplyDeleteGrace this is so...peaceful to read. You really brought the moment to life. I love the ending. It’s so touching.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Grace. Full of gentleness.
ReplyDeleteA picture painted with words. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteAnd you remind us too how it is often beneficial, necessary even, to travel from our preconceptions and simply observe. Indeed, there will be much spring to see in the dead of winter.
ReplyDeletelove your evocative presentation! Beautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteReally a wonderful piece.
ReplyDeleteAnd a good reminder to an old bachelor this time of year.
Thanks for sharing.
What a lovely thought to warm cold January days.
ReplyDeleteSpring Love
ReplyDeletetime out of time
space out of space
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LiVinG iN GRey
SCarves of any age free..:)
Wonderful poem! I can picture this entire scene, and "spring does not vanish at winter's breath"--is a lovely, perfect phrase and reminder. Thank you for this one!
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