I listen to western wind's murmurings -
Birthing songs by iris and daffodils
High-pitched cries by broad winged hawks nurturing-
There is restlessness in the air, the chills
Of winter are ebbing low & bordering
Small buds & silky tendrils sprouting gills
Shedding dark skin of soil & instinct to cling
And inhale the marvelous light of spring
The sun's crimson fingers brings fresh mirror
Sketching the pale grey sky blue as bluebells
Coloring the leaves young and green, clearer
Than raindrops that shimmers with silver spells
But all that is short-lived as once more, furor
Of winter wind comes back, peeling back shells
Of green & draping its white coat, unasked
It's false spring. We all huddle back, hands clasped!
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form: Ottavo Rima or Sonnetto Rispetto. We are learning this traditional Italian poetry form. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
I love the sounds in your ottavo rima, Grace, especially the combination of alliteration and onomatopoeia in ‘western wind's murmurings’, the sibilant ‘Small buds & silky tendrils sprouting gills’, and the deft strokes of colour in the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteSo many false springs... we who live in the north has to learn that there are always those brief moments and then winter again
ReplyDeletereally enjoyed all of this.
ReplyDeleteOh, Grace, what a wonderful turn of phrase you have. I think your mind must be a constant shower of poetic gems! I can't pick out any lines because they are all so brilliant. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYour weather is much like the weather here...it's winter, it's spring, it's winter again. It was 22 degrees here with the wind chill. Bring on those daffodils. - your imagery is always well done - Truedessa
ReplyDeleteThere's a surreal hint to this one, the way buds, embryos, leaves all have a similarity. Anything might emerge.
ReplyDeleteYou certainly set the bar "high" with this poem, Grace. I love the lushness of your descriptions .... a huge sigh from me.
ReplyDeleteWe've had those teaser days too. But eventually we will be able to put those winter coats away...(I hope so anyway).
ReplyDeletespring has definitely been teasing us this year.. and hoping this week of sudden dip in temperatures will be the last one
ReplyDeleteLove all the colours that pop in your poem as well as the sounds. We have a short spring usually. This year winter didn't cede space and now it seems we will jump right into summer.
ReplyDelete“peeling back shells
ReplyDeleteOf green & draping its white coat, unasked”
That’s what is happening here. Though spring is slowly emerging.