Wednesday, April 9

Spring Snow


Like its brother Winter, Spring
the season, pours forth a show
all in white, decking the wayside
with blossoms cloudlike as if
suspending light on shadowy branches
in the understory of the forest,
dispels the gloom of grey days
on end, leftover clouds of rain's
essential recipe, precipitation
welcome from a burdensome sky, with
the sun be buried by her leaden veil,
a light springs forth from the woodlot--
happy the seed whose funeral rites foretold
of the lacy gown on the dancing dogwood.

6 comments:

Bonnie said...

Is the author the dear girl
I talked to on Monday?
Lovely poem.

Bonnie

Linda said...

I was wondering the same thing! It's beautiful!!!

Kermit and Elektra said...

Yes, but the picture isn't local! Google has been our photographer for the past few months. :)

Kermit and Elektra said...

ps. my other word outlet is "Deadlands and Courtyards"

Bonnie said...

Ok.....what a great new headline photo! I was taken back and wanted to go sit up there by the water!

Bonnie

Kermit and Elektra said...

the picture is of the water front down in Rockport, TX, where we spent many weekends during our summer in Kingsville!