Spring is less tentative now,
stretching degrees upwards
to short-sleeve weather
though snow still hides in ditches
and the shaded side of trees,
there is softening, opening of the air
to blooming,

untasted since tannins
painted days sepia,
yellowing the hours
to the tint of old photo albums
full of faces, familiar
but whose names have faded.

After erasure of snow,
I hunger for new color,
already unfurling in fiddleheads
and spruce tips, tender
and just fingering the air
my kin would have gathered
into a first taste of green.

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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9 Responses to Opening

  1. annotating60 says:

    Very vivid, clean.>KB

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    oh you paint the anticipation and yearning so well Susan. I can smell it in the air.. it is coming :0)

  3. Alice Keys says:

    You capture well the longing.

  4. j.h. white says:

    Tannins and sepia…two of my favorite things and now intertwined with Spring

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