For Nelle

Under February
under snow

like sap climbing
up, up, up in a sweet
we need to boil down

spring is a verb
happening first
in crocuses

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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14 Responses to budding

  1. BroadBlogs says:

    spring is a verb.

    I like that.

  2. Alice Keys says:

    “spring is a verb” I like this so much. Reminds me of a tiger. It takes a sun-tiger’s energy to break the world free of the winter’s grasp. Another lovely poem, Susan.

  3. Lori Lipsky says:

    What a lovely poem. Wonderful. I can’t wait to see me first crocus of the year!

  4. nelle says:

    Nice… I like the idea of transformation to warmth, something to cling to on stormy days like today.

  5. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I really like the elegant simplicity in this poem and the way you integrate those clear images with motion. The movement of sap and “spring” as a verb; there is a nice symmetry here.

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