in this time of crows and snow
I write of ice flowers mimicking daisies
and you dream daffodils stir
under snow, but
earth keeps her own time
despite our yearn
towards a sunward tilt
and longer days
we crave that break into blossom;
the spiced pink of apple, peach, plum
how petals fly and fall
in a blizzard of unmelting sweet
Daffodils and calla lilies are in full bloom. I’m still amazed to see jade plant hedges and trees filled with lemons. No one even picks them. Monarchs fly and dolphins jump in the bay. It’s like a dream kingdom. How is it possible that things are so different here from there?
Oh, I am moving to where you are.
Ooh! I love “ice flowers” and the final line is well… Sweet
You took everything I’ve been thinking about and rolled it into one superb poem!
WM, thank you! You partially inspired this, y’know…
Susan, I love this piece!
Jennifer, thank you! Had to write this one, because Whimsy Mimsy was writing about daffodils under snow, and I was thinking about daisies because of snow. It all rolled up into this one. So glad you liked it.
One thing you always manage to inspire in me is hunger! Hahaha… In this piece, your words are like sugar lumps. Beautiful imagery; the colors etc. but I also love the juxtaposition of ice and sweetness (sugar) as I imagine them as one crisp and granular-sugary blanket of loveliness.
Oh, now I’M hungry! Now I need to go hunt up some breakfast.
This romanticism towards nature is a gift you possess !!!
GS, thank you. Right now, I have an unrequited love for spring.
really wonderful.
Terry, thanks. So glad you liked!
Once again you find my mental jukebox.
Love the journey, as always.
Perfect selection, Nelle!
craving..so very much. Love this
Audra, thanks!
I have yet to learn how to keep Spring inside myself during winter and this poem shows that nothing can replace the sights and smells of Nature returning with strength and beauty.
Thanks for this, it’s been awhile!
Joe, it surely has. Nice to see you here, and checking out your new post now. I want spring, NOW.