spring – Words and Feathers

chicken little (20220429)

April 30, 2022 crow3 Comments

at my foot
a small blue stone
a piece of the spring sky

meadow adventures (20220423)

April 24, 2022 crow

you spin
but then
you refuse to spin

i force you with my hands

then seek advice

when I return
you turn

and turn
and turn

spring (20210402)

April 2, 2021April 6, 2021 crow

young deer forage for apples
nessun dorma plays on the radio
my neck bones dry-leaf crackle

skin damage (20170329)

March 29, 2017 crow4 Comments

we wear each other like second skins
a tight fit in winter and spring
but in summer we peel apart

all too soon one of us is dragged
into the quick
threatening pain
scars
and blood

if freckles were the only damage
if only

in the spring (20170313)

March 13, 2017 crow23 Comments

no gentle spring rains
from the wretched grandfather clock
just the constant hunger for winding
we feed it tension and time
it belches chimes gears and fears

that reek of aftershave
brought tears to my eyes
an empty chair
a thousand sour, empty threats

——

for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Quadrille #28: Spring

Poem 20160225c

February 25, 2016February 25, 2016 crow2 Comments

silent birds
there will be no spring
no blossoms
no green buds
to reach for the yellow sun
no signaled ending

winter sleeps
and in his flawed dream
his eyes close
then open
a cold world shot through with ice
white intensity

——

Poem 20150331

March 31, 2015March 31, 2015 crow2 Comments

erupt!

          spring out of the earth
a thousand

thousand grasses
a million blooms heavy
with the buzzing 
                  of bees
and the hummings of birds
        who have forgotten the words

and soon
         soon
the peaches
with their soft fuzz
  and their sensual curves
      dripping with sticky
          sweet
nectar

Poem 20150226

February 26, 2015 crow

spring is still just a word
though the temperatures soar

into the seventies and eighties
winter is the official season

but you can’t reason with a tree
and i hope the bees are not loafing around

Poem 20150208

February 8, 2015 crow

the day cools
yesterday was much hotter
than predicted
today seemed much cooler
than predicted

the sky is blue
so blue
so clear
so pure
it’s a verb
it blues so hard
it hurts to stare at it
from my spot
on the couch

i spare it a moment
while i think about
something else
until looking at the sky
makes my eyes water
and i forget what
i was thinking about

the grass explodes
out of the earth
in ragged patterns
begging for the mower’s blade
the trees bud green and white
with fresh leaves
and new branches
the flowers that have survived
winter
open their faces
unfolding like flags
we won’t surrender
we reach for the sun
we have waited for spring
and spring has not
forgotten us

Tag: spring