I wrote this poem several years ago, and this time of year I always see this happening right outside my window.
Have a great weekend!
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It started as a green spark
near the old fence row-
And everyday I watched it
as it began to grow.
Soon it spread- this emerald flame-
Across the field- into the lane-
Pushed up between the stone and brick-
It stretched
and climbed
and curled
and licked.
Like velvet arms, it reached across
the winter world I thought was lost-
Till as far and wide as I could see-
GREEN was staring back at me!
I just stood and smiled
when all was done
and shouted gladly-
"Spring has come!"
4 comments:
I love that poem..and I love, love Spring. My fathers lilac that made the journey with me to our new home by the sea has sent out wonderful new leaves today. I am so excited to see if it will bloom this year. But since I transpalnated it just last summer I won't be upset if it doesn't bloom for me this year.
And thank you for that beautiful photo today. It is wonderful!
Hugs, Gail
Great poem!!! I love it!!!
Ahhhh, I made it back just in time for Spring tomorrow to read this delightful poetry, Rae! Such visuals amongst your lines..So very well done..A pleasure to read~!! Thanks for sharing your vivid writes...
So why am I the only one that thought that poem was dirty?
It stretched
and climbed
and curled
and licked.
Dirty.
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