Mother Nature's Promise

 

 

Mother Nature’s Promise

 

 

Wildflower yearnings, un-blooming and restless

longing for nothing but sunshine and meadows,

spring mist’d spillings on clover leaf lawns,

weeded temptations dot soon Sunday drives

as tiger lilies line the shoulders calling

in nectar’d phrase and orange sherbet wishes

 

Her Earth sleeps beneath cold canvas mornings,

foggy breath seeps from shiver’d mouths,

footprints like smiles disappear in tandem,

bundled decency falls to the way side

as foul speak through chattering teeth

vibrate in angst against her endless winter

 

Still she smiles knowing what rests within,

stuffed in her springtime pocket

of seedlings and smiles, close to her they wait

Squirming for release and peering over edges,

listening for that call of warm temp delight,

tiny parachutes at the ready

 

Ashen clouds peer down, frowning on what will become,

sensing they too shall once again hide,

pushed aside by blue sky dreams,

warm breeze’d sonnets sung in harmony,

butterfly dance cards filled…once more

her winter pocket will take inventory

 

Sighing, she ponders in snow flake tricklings,

grinning at giggles of April anticipation,

flipping another calendar page,

staring out over the stark white landscape

and whispering a promise to all…

“Spring will be here soon”  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Blue]

Sighing, she ponders in snow flake tricklings,
grinning at giggles of April anticipation,
flipping another calendar page,
staring out over the stark white landscape
and whispering a promise to all…
“Spring will be here soon”

Why is it that my country is deprived of beautiful seasons such as winter and spring? It's unfair...

May you have a wonderful spring as wonderful as this poem, Jack!

[Jack...]

Thanks you so very much my friend.

[Rita L. Sev]

in nectar’d phrase and orange sherbet wishes... Yum! I can taste Spring's sweetness in every line, Jack - tis was just the poem I needed tonight, as the East Coast braces for yet another storm...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Rita. 78 here yesterday...29 this morning. I wish she'd make up her mind.

[icelandicblue]

What a perfectly delightful piece of writing:


Sighing, she ponders in snow flake tricklings,
grinning at giggles of April anticipation,
flipping another calendar page,
staring out over the stark white landscape
and whispering a promise to all…
“Spring will be here soon”

[Jack...]

Thank you so much. Happy you enjoyed this my friend.

[s y e]

I have read this so many times and read it to my family a bunch of times to really get the full effect of the poem. The wording, the imagery, everything is perfect.

// Still she smiles knowing what rests within,
stuffed in her springtime pocket
of seedlings and smiles, close to her they wait //

I loved these lines. The story you told just swept me away.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet Sye. I always smile when you review my work. I am beyond happy you enjoyed this one. Just so you know, I did have a little help with it....not saying who though. :)

[s y e]

I could guess who...

[Tina Louise UK]

Simply stunning my friend, you have created such beauty with words, enjoyed :) x

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Tia for your kindness.

[kublakhan27]

This is an absolute opus my friend, something I or any reader could read any number of times and find new things in it every time. The imagery is incredibly rich and layered, and comes at the reader in waves. The personification of the Earth, with her pocket of smiles and blue sky dreams and countless other qualities, is moving and executed to powerful perfection. When the imagery does get ominous, as in the second stanza, it is promptly balanced by optimism and anticipation of a greener and sunnier time. It is just what I needed on this cold and grey eastern Canadian morning. Astounding work Jack.

[Jack...]

Steve, my friend. your words always encourage me to keep moving forward, to try to out do my self each time I write. Thanks so very much my friend.

[David Scott]

Mother Nature is so fickle... ah but I lover her so.
Yes, I welcome the mood of her Spring and the way it brings even my hidden flowers to life.
our poem builds anticipation for the days ahead. Thank you for the glimpse ahead Jack.
Very lovely write.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much David. Hope it helped put a little spring in your step.

[emmajoy]

'Her Earth sleeps beneath cold canvas mornings, ~foggy breath seeps from shiver’d mouths, ~footprints like smiles disappear in tandem,....'

This is so much a poem for my heart and hopes, Jack. It's beautiful. true and sincere, it reaches out with hope and assurance that whatever a day's temperature this time of year, things are going to alter for the better or maybe, the happy same. Rather like life in many ways, There are so many favourtie lines or couplets i could choose.. but i think still, the one at my review opening ..

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Garden Girl. Your review brings spring time to my heart. I am always thrilled when you stop by. I appreciate you my sweet friend.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Absolutely lovely Jack :)

[Jack...]

Thanks my friend. Happy you enjoyed this.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome

[Ruth]

Ohhh...Jack...this is beautiful! I soooo am looking forward to that Spring lol This is a lovely awakening to the forthcoming darling that we all need to embrace, been a long Winter for most hasn't it? Gorgeous poem! Sunny here today, sending you a beam :) xx

[Jack...]

Thanks so much poppy for your kindness always my friend. Thanks for the sunshine this morning.