Bare Limbs

 Bare Limbs

Greening light,

bare limbs growing bright,

bare limbs wake and sway,

as green life finds its way.

 

Spring has sprung,

the bells have rung,

time to rise,

and greet warmer skies.

Bare limbs stir,

a soft and leafy blur,

alive with squirrel song,

while groundhogs nose along.

 

Still, we watch with care

as seedlings fill the air,

beneath the budding trees

that dance in the northern breeze.

National Poetry Month Day 21

My poem is featured today!!!

Sweet Persephone

Like Persephone,   I wait

for Spring,     to burst.

Can one exchange   one’s cloth,

or clay heart

rewind to,       once was

get a do over

flower,

or

stop falling.

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Art of the Week Day 4 "Green Room"

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A Fresh Impression

Maybe I should pull it

out of my ass;

the unwritten memoir

the poems

the pain

the not soon-to-be forgotten winter that refuses to end.

My friend  said she would shoot herself in the face

except for the dog

her personal savior

who lost weight this winter

loves to dance in the snow

the white powder

glistening on its wet nose, shepherd’s rescued tail, shiny fur

swaying

me to strip

off my inner gloom

and take that first nose-dive  into the past.

Into the still stark white

as I strain

squeezing out excrement, snot and saliva

as black letters bleed-out across the page

combing through the drift

shaking off the bad   

compressing it all into a snow angel

its fragile wings

broadcasting a somber  joy

emerging playful 

and puckish

plummeting    headlong     into the mound.

  

Sweet Persephone

Like Persephone   I wait

for Spring,     to burst

can one exchange,   one’s cloth,

clay heart

Rewind to,      once was

get a do over

flower,

or

stop falling.

Cornelia DeDona3-2-14

Inspired by Start by Jean Gallagher: Persephone(2)