(A poem for the Spring Equinox)
crack open the window
of your broken winter heart —
the cool air smells like hope
notice swelling buds on maple trees
and sweet sap sliding down the bark
look, tiny green shoots are pushing
through dirty snow crystals,
delicate crocus blossoms have dared to emerge
the snowmelt has fed the rushing creek
and soaked the flattened yellow grass
last night’s rain washed the gritty salty road
there are shy smiles on street corners,
hoods are pushed back
and gloves are stuffed in pockets
someone’s car drives by, thumping bass
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So beautiful. I savour it. Thank you Diane!
Iva
Thank you Iva!!!
Hi Diane – I tried to leave a comment on your site, but Word Press kept trying to get me to sign in, and I don’t have an account with Word Press any more, so it became too much of a hassle. If there’s any way you can make leaving comments a little easier, I would love it!
Meanwhile, what I wanted to say is:
Thank you! Beautiful images. Just what I need – the hope of spring!
Cheers! Hope all is well with you. We should chat again soon….
Avian
Thank you Avian! It appears that your comment did get through after all. Thank you so much, I’m glad this piece resonated
Yes, let’s chat soon!! ❤️🍃
Hi Diane, I enjoy this poem a lot and especially appreciate the title – it seems to me like a secret that not everyone will appreciate. I was particularly caught be the image of the “cool air smells like hope.” That really captures for me the feeling of spring. I am going to share it at an Ostara gathering I am attending tonight. Thanks so much for your creativity!
Thanks, Lorna! I really appreciate your feedback and I’m delighted you enjoyed it enough to share it with others!