Awakening
Spring is here!
I stir from languor hearing swallows trill
in distant wetland reeds. In reverie
I rest beneath our old magnolia tree
as nascent buds emerge. Though east winds chill,
the eye of heaven warms, rainfall sustains
dispersed autumnal seeds of marigolds
and primulas. I watch them grow, unfold
their petals to embroider my terrains.
Forsythia blooms against the kitchen wall;
nearby two blue tits nest inside their box
above a frill of evening scented stocks.
Entwined with life, I answer Gaia’s call
to turn away from winter’s shadows, leap
into the light, as earth awakes from sleep.
© capricorn 2023
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Oh to sit beneath that magnolia tree and share what you have described. With a poem as lovely as this how could you fail to leap into the light. 🙂 Sue.
Thanks Sue, I’d ask you to join me, but unfortunately it’s pouring with rain! LOL! The weather is so changeable isn’t it? Eira
Springtime is nigh! Enjoyed your poem, Capricorn.
So glad you enjoyed this. Eira