Opening the door
Early in the morn’ a cold blast greets me
Sending shivers coursing through my soul
My hands grasp the jacket near by
And I stroll out into the blustering wind
Cold northern breezes brush against my cheeks
And my bones cry out for warmth
Looking upon the sky I marvel
The stars twinkling and the moon shines in her glory
Stooping down I admire the blue belles and lilies
Gently touching their soft picturesque colors
A deep heart felt sigh and I pray they will make it
The maple blossoms blow all around
And the robin's song is silent
The stillness is almost haunting
as fingers of green buds extend from dark arms
Swaying with a fast motion for warmth
They seem to whisper were has the season gone
Why did you come and then leave so quickly?
Droplets of last nights rain fall upon my head
Tears for the deception of spring
A blinder in the last line of each of these stanzas. As David says, haunting... deeply atmospheric. Grand work. t x
Patricia, this is such a lovely write. You totally brought to life that walk, love how you brought the whole landscape to my desk, just lovely. HG: -) xx
This is sadly ironic. You soak in the spring and indeed nature in spite of your recent loss. Great stuff.
This is truly beautiful Patricia, the imagry is fantastic and the word usage is fabulous, an excellent read indeed. Thankyou Patricia--Melvina--
I here you! It snowed in Texas...On the &th of April...now that is a cold beginning to spring, and the flowers had already started to bloom...loved this. Sheer delight your words! Best wishes, Theo
a picture perfect poem. made me feel i was outside and needed my coat, could smell the fresh air, great piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really get that chilling slightly haunting feeling that comes with a dark early morning wind. Very Evocative, thank you Patricia. Love from David.