Over the southwest
Field, where new grass
Strives with old and
Yellow light lines
Earth, the blue
Hour lowers.
Air is still cold, but
Soon, birth below
Will lift flowers
And trees must sprout
Their lace of leaves
Across the summer moon.
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My you are optimistically hoping for an early spring. Lovely images came into my mind as I read.
ReplyDeleteAs I read this I felt the new life, waiting just below the surface to push through and announce the approach of spring.
ReplyDeleteI felt my spirits lift...it won't be long now...:)
Hello Geo!:) Many thanks for your visit and good wishes. I wish you and your nearest and dearest a very Happy New Year. I love the last two lines of your
ReplyDeletepoem, Their lace of leaves across the summer moon. It's quite cold here, only 4deg and when I look out of my window and see the bare trees, summer seems a long way away,but you have left me with a beautiful image of promise.
Warm Regards.
I love your choice of words - and the promise of summer.
ReplyDeleteOn this cold, cold evening, I really needed to read that. :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely photo
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem as well...
Oh so beautifully written. Goes well with the photo. There's something really magical with nature, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteYour poetry soothes my soul.
ReplyDeleteBe well, dear Geo.
Spring, spring. Why can you not come sooner? :D
ReplyDeleteEven cold weather a great opportunity to create poetry. I managed to restore my blog by removing the last post and then reposting it. Grrr..... it took some time for the title to appear on the followers blog list, but did at last, thanks.
ReplyDeleteReally nice poem to go with a nice photo.
ReplyDeleteWaiting for spring time has a good sensation. Like my husband says , it is nice to get spring time after cold as we can appreciate it better.
I nominated you for The Very Inspiring Blogger Award, dear Geo.!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely gesture! Most kind!
Delete"... lace of leaves across the summer moon." is a wonderful line.
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