Wreath of White

Spring calls me, hauls me out

From the black hole of my soul

And laughs as I emerge dazed

Waking slowly from hibernated dreams

 

Spirits whisper, speak, sing forth life

Spreading their love over hillside, field and forest

Spilling their seed, impregnating the land

With their pulsating passion

 

All around me is waking, buzzing, unfolding

Soft shoots are breaking through hard bark

Wild flowers, innocent, delicate, and vibrant

Dance entranced, swaying softly in the warm wind

 

If only I were a tree, and you a flower

Our wintry, frozen love might be woken,

Resurrected at the touch of daylight

To bloom in a wreath of pure white

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' All around me is waking, buzzing, unfolding - Soft shoots are breaking through hard bark - Wild flowers, innocent, delicate, and vibrant - Dance entranced, swaying softly in the warm wind '

That is Spring as it should be, slowly, beautifully coming to life. Such finely laid words and oh so visual. Thank you.

[Laz K.]

Thank you for reviewing this poem!

[Carolynn]

I was in a springtime trance reading this Laz - your descriptions so easily pull the reader in and make the whole poem come alive. I so appreciate the desire to find new birth in what currently seems dead - Sometimes this is needed in relationships, and sometimes just in life. I love spring, I love it’s energy and optimism - no matter how ugly or harsh a winter it endures - it will ALWAYS spring forth new life!

[Laz K.]

You're right, Carolynn. Life is about change, and renewal. Thank you for reviewing this poem.

[Dave Brown]

another absolute beauty
I could use a good dose of your talent

[ZoEL]

a prolonged hibernation is comfy~~~~~~~but boring