Saturday, May 6, 2023

In Early Spring

In Early Spring

Shoots a shade of green
    only seen
                with the eagerness of April
emerge from moistened soil.
It's raining,
    it's pouring,
the skies blessing nature in all it's glory.
Drops collect
    in dips and swales and ponds,
where butterflies will sip,
    birds bathe
            and frogs contentedly sing along.

April grass is greening,
    damp hens are preening.
The dappled brown thrasher announces
    it's return
            with a chorus of borrowed bird calls;
contrasted by the mourning dove's somber song.

The lion of winter forgotten.
    Old Man Winter's grasp slipping
    away
        from early mornings.
Mother Nature's resilience visceral
    all around us.
            Buds swell
and
    break,
            bees feed,
apricots promise this seasons fruit
in a snow shower of 
    fragrant petals.
Alight and alive, 
    those short, dark days are gone.


Brooke Knisley




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