Spring
Once-tidy ribbons on my door wreath,
Blown blowsy by blasts of unruly wind,
Unwind their curly tails, wildly celebrating
Their spiraling freedom.
Geese in the sky call out their joyful return
In their northern flight, flashing their
V for Victory in their passing.
Long swathes of grey woodlands are now
Dabbled with white dogwood and splashed
By yellow daffodils on every greening hill.
In the lowlands and marshes, life noisily abounds
As bird songs and frog calls herald the return of
Earth’s resplendent warm beauty.
Once again, she's spun 'round the sun like a dancer,
Around this sun, her star, her heavenly light.
The wild wind carried his love for her and,
now aglow, she births spring’s vibrancy
from deep darkness within.
The poem above was written this weekend by Facebook friends Joseph Hebda and Melanie Floro, and me, and edited by me. Special thanks to Melanie for priming us with her first phrases (in addition to her later contribution).
This collaboration began after I posted on Facebook that my daughter wanted me to help her find a spring poem on the internet for school. A spring poem, hmm? I said. Yeah. A nice, spring, appropriate poem, she said seriously.appropriate
This collaboration began after I posted on Facebook that my daughter wanted me to help her find a spring poem on the internet for school. A spring poem, hmm? I said. Yeah. A nice, spring, appropriate poem, she said seriously.appropriate