stretches along fields,
bereft of green
foliage of spring
& wildflowers
winter is still dusting white
cracks of asphalt
but there's joy when light
shifts, collides & brushes the trees
not with weary shell
but with robust yellow-peach
strokes, glinting our eyes
with color
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish. This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, SHIFT. Thanks for your visits and comments.
Beautiful! You captured the shift in the season so well.
ReplyDeleteAww, I like the way the title seems to reach to unite with the first line. A beautiful touch. The "shift" is full of light and joy in your poem.
ReplyDelete-Mish
DeleteI also feel the light coming first, we are still waiting for the green, but that light means so much more.
ReplyDeleteHappy Spring to you. Luv your quadrille.
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
I like that movement of light, light as a solid thing. Lovely painting with words, Grace.
ReplyDeleteIt's always interesting how the senses capture change and then the eyes take the lead ..... it's how your poem opens up this change to the reader which is wonderfully done
ReplyDelete"but there's joy when light
ReplyDeleteshifts, collides & brushes the trees "
Oh yes, this exactly! 💙
happy springtime.
ReplyDeleteI love the shift in light you describe so delectably!
ReplyDeleteI can imagine that folks in Canada really appreciate when spring arrives after you long cold winters! Well done with the shift!
ReplyDeleteSubtle shifts, perfectly noted. Well done, Grace. Thanks
ReplyDeleteYes. Especially after days and days of gray, those slivers of silver and gold can really shift one's attitude. Nicely portrayed here.
ReplyDeleteThe light is indeed changing, even if the temperature has not caught up!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written 👏
ReplyDeleteThat longing for spring to arrive!
ReplyDeleteWell noted, and beautifully written. It does start with the light, doesn't it?
ReplyDeletelovely and hopeful, in a soft way - how the light shifts, slowly, inch by hue, and then we know for certain, spring is coming
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Grace. Nature's palette ☺️
ReplyDeleteThis shift into Spring quadrille is lovely, Grace.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteArcadia Maria
I can sense the joy here with the hint of spring. :-)
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