pre-dawn when it still feels like winter
Let joy be crocuses, glowing yellow
against snow under empty trees
and if geese overhead are heralds
bringing Spring on their frosted wings
then when squirrel drinks from melt-water
in the crook of an old oak tree
it is proof that Spring will return
like a deer to the bluebell woods.
Proofs for Poetry Thursday.
Can we prove love? Find out on my Alter Ego blog here.
I enjoyed both of these - I used the link in the sidebar for the Alter Ego blog, since the "here" didn't seem to have a link attached.
ReplyDeleteThanks Catherine - it does now!
ReplyDeleteI liked all three poems!
ReplyDeleteHi Crafty,
ReplyDeleteProof indeed that Spring shall return. I like all the heralds that you offer.
Rose
Oh Juliet! This is beautiful! This just works in every way! And this line stands out above all of the others: “and if geese overhead are heralds bringing Spring on their frosted wings.” It’s beautiful and fun to say! And I love the soft “h” sounds in the “head” and “heralds” alliteration, followed by the triple “ing” in “bringing Spring” (and then hitting it again with the end rhyme!!! Brilliant!!)
ReplyDeleteJuliet,
ReplyDeleteLovely and lyrical
(I'm so cold right now physically, it's also fun to think of spring in February-be warmed by love so to speak...)
Cam, glad you enjoyed!
ReplyDeleteRose - yes Spring will return!
Dennis- wow thanks - you noticed things I had barely noticed when I was writing it!
Gel - it is fun to think of Spring in February, the signs are always there but it still usually feels like winter, though today here it is pleasant and almost springlike....
You did a great job of using the proof format.
ReplyDeleteI liked your proof of spring returning...
ReplyDeletegautami
Straight Curves
...that's great, i like this so much! agree with dennis about the line about the geese.... smiles, shadowsandclouds
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. I can't say it enough.
ReplyDeleteCrafty, I love this poem. Truly awesome work. I especially love how in the third stanza you alter the syntax of the repetition, to grab our attention even more. The images are great.
ReplyDeleteI also love that you have an alter ego - I do too: fondakowski.wordpress.com
This is so lovely and so reminds me of the favorite time of year for me when the trees awaken and the bulbs stick there heads out and fun smells and only 7 or 8 more weeks till spring I believe!!! so a lot to look forward to!! thanks!! Hugs Linda
ReplyDeletePoet with a Day Job - another blogger with an alter ego, I'll need to check that out!
ReplyDeleteLinda - yeas, not so long to spring now is it!
mybackyard, guatami, shadowsand clouds, twighlightspider, qazse - thanks!
thank you for visiting my poetry blog...
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful and perfect for a grey dismal London morning... altho yesterday, the 1st of Feb, was like a spring day.
Pretty.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! Especially for this time of year...
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem CGP. The true proof of the comimg of spring. I liked this very much.
ReplyDeleteThis is just the sort of poem I needed to read today. Lovely, thank you, Juliet.
ReplyDelete"Spring will return
ReplyDeletelike a deer to the bluebell woods."
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Why is it that last lines are often so captivating? This whole poem is magnificent, Juliet, but the image painted by that last line...
Why do I feel sadness in that line?
A lovely and much needed poem for this time of year. Great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleterethabile - why do you feel sadness in that last line? Perhaps because it feels like a subjunctive (though that barely exists in English) and so like something that won't ever happen, because perhaps bluebells sound sad though they're not, perhaps because you sense that the woods and the deer and the bluebells are disappearing, perhaps just because I wrote the poem and my poems are usually sad.....
ReplyDeleteeveryone - thanks for the wonderful comments, glad that its the kind of poem you're wanting to read at this time of year, January and MB.
How did I miss this? It's a beautiful piece. Each image is like a breath of clean, Spring air. I absolutely love, love, love this.
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