Surrender

the wearing of the green

The silent sleep of Winter

threw back her downy coat,

and stretching there

with limbs once bare

she wears a gown of silk.

 

Silence is now suspended,

for the whippoorwill sings of want,

and the Springtime hat that the weaver hatched

is complete with a brood of chicks.

 

And the whirling wind

Sets her heart to spin

Mending Winter’s corset.

So, fronds of chenille so tender,

reverberate upon the breeze,

and against the Sun

waxen pedals surrender.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Now I want to see those Bradford petals for myself. Picturing them to be cherryblossomesqueish (I'm sure it's a word)
Please advise so that I can correctly adjust my visual imagination of the beautiful rhythm of seasons and the passing of time viewed in fragments. 😊

[Cherrie]

It's almost like a shower of velvety snow. :)
I love it in the fall when it rains autumn leaves, but in a springtime wind it is a magical feeling to watch it rain pedals from the bloom. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved how you used the language dear Cherrie.
"And the whirling wind
Sets her heart to spin
Mending Winter’s corset.
So, fronds of chenille so tender,
reverberate upon the breeze,
and against the Sun
waxen pedals surrender."
The above lines. So alive, so wonderful and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Cherrie]

Good morning and thank you. I really enjoyed writing this one. I like giving nature a human persona. It just seems to give it more.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Cherrie. The poem was wonderful.

[Unspoken poet]

Such a well written write, love the imagery.

[Cherrie]

thank you :) I enjoyed letting this one unfold.

[NotUsinganymore]

Very sweet poem.I enjoyed the descriptions.

[Cherrie]

Thank you JungLee

[NotUsinganymore]

You are welcome!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Whoa, wonderful imagery in motion here. This was fun to read. tyfs

[Cherrie]

Cyprian,Thank you, so very much :)

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderfully poetic is this transition from winter into spring. First stanza is super, really sets this poem up Cherrie.
waxen petals surrender, that is exquisite in its delicateness. Lovely poetry.

Chris

[Cherrie]

I always think about how Nature works in reverse to humans. We dress down for Summer and Nature dresses down for Winter, and I took this poem from what was bare. Thank you Chris I glad you enjoyed this one.

[Robert Trakofler]

I just wrote a poem about wither and weather LOL and weathering the wither I'm ready for the resurgence the weather here keeps teetering from 88 yesterday to 50 this morning I'm going to buy pants with velcro seems at the knees in case the weather changes its mind mid-day:) I love your first stanza

[Cherrie]

Yes, I kinda liked the opening myself. Time to wake for a chili nap and get ready for Summer to swoop down upon us.

[Einstein Noodle]

awwwwwwwwwww delightful transition from silent Winter to that Whippoorwill .. i especially like how you placed the hat of the weaver! brilliant says i .. simply brilliant creative personification and imagery .. wish I had thought of it ;))))
E.

[Cherrie]

:) thank you,
That is something I like to read and write (personification of nature) it always feels more intimate, an I love the Whippoorwill. Wish they would sing all year.

[Einstein Noodle]

they have marked the event here in my little holler, Cherrie .. they are numerous and without weariness .. Norma couldn't stand them .. over and over and over ;) but I love them .. they excite me blood in the mornings .. such a familiar and welcome song.

[Ruth]

How beautifully woven Cherrie! This is stunning poetry, Spring springs with a zest so colourfully liberating from winter's shackles, delightful poem :) Stay well :)

[Cherrie]

thank you Ruth, :)

[MsJewel]

You have painted such a beautiful picture with your words. I'm so glad I found this today. Absolutely delightful. :) Julie

[Cherrie]

Poems about Spring always cheer me up as well. I am, so happy, you enjoyed it.

[emmajoy]

Cherrie, this is beautiful!

Your words - for me, are like a visual intercession from Nature itself as Winter acknowledges Spring's re-birth. The vestal white of snowdrops give way to glorious gold daffodils and primroses:. Your poem is a visual and similar fanfare, whether words traditional or metaphorical.

Recently have been gardening here and there, so,
both seeing and feeling ripples of energy all about the countryside. The air smells of living soil, many of the trees are budding green, life is bursting with amazing speed. Your words, whether garbed in metaphor or not, declare the All About is alive and more than well. Love every word of your poem, truly do!

[Cherrie]

I try to blend the two images: the changing of the season with the mental image of walking talking being.

[emmajoy]

I read your poem three times, Cherrie, and felt the same. Perhaps I elaborated what I felt too much, as often do.