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.
