in times of crows and ice, we dream spring

Posted on March 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

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

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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20 Responses to in times of crows and ice, we dream spring

  1. Alice Keys says:
    March 2, 2013 at 10:03 pm

    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?

  2. Gretchen Leary says:
    March 2, 2013 at 10:16 pm

    Ooh! I love “ice flowers” and the final line is well… Sweet 🙂

  3. Whimsy Mimsy says:
    March 2, 2013 at 11:43 pm

    You took everything I’ve been thinking about and rolled it into one superb poem!

  4. Jennifer Adams Teasley says:
    March 3, 2013 at 12:41 am

    Susan, I love this piece!

    • Susan L Daniels says:
      March 3, 2013 at 12:44 am

      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.

  5. The Enfant Terrible says:
    March 3, 2013 at 2:46 am

    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. 🙂

  6. Green Speck says:
    March 3, 2013 at 5:40 am

    This romanticism towards nature is a gift you possess !!!

  7. mobius faith says:
    March 3, 2013 at 6:03 am

    really wonderful.

  8. nelle says:
    March 3, 2013 at 2:22 pm

    Once again you find my mental jukebox. 🙂 Love the journey, as always.

  9. unfetteredbs says:
    March 4, 2013 at 9:11 am

    craving..so very much. Love this

  10. jomul7 says:
    March 4, 2013 at 6:20 pm

    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!

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