Intrigue misting sleepily down to Earth,
As warmth meekly unburdens greenery
From Winter-dormant twigs, branches of trees
Shaking loose from iced-mornings' tyrranny.
Once more, Spring begins. Thunderous trumpets
Herald this passage of delicate rites...
Salvaging the needed, discarding the
Useless. Harsh, cruel, violent. Easily
Seen as destruction of ancient rebirth.
Once more, Spring begins as it always has.
A clean, well-swept house is invitation
For Spring's intriguing initiation.
Storms are never functions of travesty.
Storms are the weavers of life's tapestries.
This is quite masterful Elysabeth and beautifully structured. A proper poet's poem. 'As warmth meekly unburdens greenery' is particularly evocative. Reminds me too that you live on the other side of the planet. Here we are watching the leaves turn rusty and hoping for just one more 'Indian summer' day before winter comes stalking us on white feet. Intriguing write indeed. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
a great description of spring time....... my only comment...(its hunky -dory.)
Somehow, this seems to incorporate both the beauty and gentleness of springtime, right along with the violence of it....the passing of winter's harsh grip, the bursting forth of spring...the winds, the floods, the tornados...and the beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing is your use of so many contrasts: slow, soft, quiet vs. sudden, wintry, and thundering, needed and useless, rebirth and destruction, etc. Very enjoyable to read with all your images and presenting so many sides of spring.