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

[Brittany Zedalis]

Oh, I love nature poetry. This is really beautiful, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Brittany

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A guided and relevant piece that stands alone, well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Thomas

[Lyn Anderson]

Ahh, I wish. Spring seems pretty far away from where I sit.

[Jack...]

But it always arrives in one form or the other. Thanks so much for stopping by and reading.

[Sami Khalil]

I feel the anticipation of the whole orchestra of nature to begin their show when spring arrives. I feel the landscape is moaning for love to bloom quick. And I feel the temptations are going to be plenty...A wonderful write Jack...:)....................

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Sami. I am thrilled you enjoyed this.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)......................

[Baby Ricochet]

This poem makes me just a tad jealous cause I live in Florida and don't see spring break out of winter. Then I turn to the weather channel and see what's going on up north. No thanks. I'll survive without seeing spring and deal with the 9800 degree southern summer

[Jack...]

The seasons seem to blend together here as well...but I still miss the fragrance of spring. Thanks so much my friend.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

JUST LOVELY!!
I LOVE NATURE POETRY AND YOU DID AN AMAZING JOB WITH THE DETAILS IN HERE.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Josie. I appreciate your kindness.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

u r welcome!