Scooping up dropped wings of unused fantasy
I contest the rest of winter,
.................................................and let spring
Declare war on same dark hourlong days, rank with
Damp seashore mist,
........................while I imagine spring-things.
Kissed with woven threads
........................................of golden sun-shiny
Skies, vision has plants outgrowing their neighbours,
While trees, re-frocked in greeny hues,
.......................................................... benignly
Spread lush re-growth around feeding flocks, braver
Imagery, out-running mind's hold,
.....................................................benefits me.
Re-dressed in skimpy clothes, tanning pallid skin,
I close winter's door
............................to let spring in, freedom seen
Means shortest days gone,
....................................and as scheming begins.
Fancy's bud bursts and rehearses springtime dreams.
Excellent! Below freezing? Artic chill? I was warmed up by your new poem! Very welcoming to read what you have written on springtime. Debbie
I wish i could have given the poem a vote of 1 million. thsi poem is so fitting, especially since tomorrow it woudl be freezing.. I hate winter! but i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee spring and Fay's writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like all the images and words and the choice of words. Very pleasing to read and worth rereading slowly to savor all the meaning.