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.
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