My wintry friends were out today
Waving cold, bare arms in the breeze,
'Hello friend, ' whispered the trees.
Above them black crows danced in the air,
Swaying, up and below grey clouds,
Singing sweet songs so proud.
I stood still and listened hard,
Factory hammers growled and groaned,
While cars sped by and moaned.
In the air I could smell the Spring,
Trying to push through the ground
Daffodils tried to be found.
Upon the ground a feather flew,
I wonder if the bird knew
of a missing, soft feather now by my shoe?
I tasted an icy, clear dew drop,
Cold and damp upon my tongue,
A wonderful feeling that didn't last long.
I feel so lucky that I can hear,
Smell, touch, taste and I can see,
I am so lucky to be me!
Della, i'm pretty sure that Rod 'found you' after reading one of your poems in my/our showcase(s) . i hope so. it is very nice to see a 'new one' here today. i have not even finished reading it and i HAVE TO HAVE IT for April's showcase. i 'know' you won't mind if i 'borrow' it. thanks. now i shall finish reading and commenting. favorite stanza so far: Upon the ground a feather flew, I wonder if the bird knew of a missing, soft feather now by my shoe? ...........i wonder is this poem will end up in one of your books. ..............................................................................hmm? another favorite stanza: feel so lucky that I can hear, Smell, touch, taste and I can see, I am so lucky to be me! great writing. to MyPoemList and the April showcase ASAP. bri :)
Oh there's bound to be one of them kids tempted to lick a dew drop from a petal. I'm even starting to feel the urge myself!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An innocent image. Thanks