The first warm day

Posted on April 2, 2015 by Susan L Daniels

before crocuses
there is softening into thaw

or not quite (almost)
spring

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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33 Responses to The first warm day

  1. Tokoni O. Uti says:
    April 2, 2015 at 12:10 pm

    The metamorphosis of seasons. Nice!

  2. readinpleasure says:
    April 2, 2015 at 12:15 pm

    Susan, you are back. I’ve missed you and often thought of you. So glad to see you so to speak. 🙂

  3. Alice Keys says:
    April 2, 2015 at 12:21 pm

    My Tuesday
    (response poem to your lovely offering):

    I waited to prune
    till late afternoon

    after the flowers
    and bees abated

    I hope this post means your eyes are working better and that your spring in unfolding as it should. Your poetry is.

    I’m so glad to see a poem from you.
    All the best.
    Alice

    • Susan L Daniels says:
      April 2, 2015 at 12:26 pm

      Alice!!!!!

      Missed you too. Lovely response poem, though I’m jealous of the weather behind it. Eyes are much better, and thanks for asking.

      • Alice Keys says:
        April 2, 2015 at 2:49 pm

        I look forward to reading more of your poems.

        You should be jealous of this weather… up until the part that this loveliness is caused by a drought and we have one year of water left in the state of California.

        Still… I’m not complaining… yet.

  4. yeoldefoole says:
    April 2, 2015 at 12:51 pm

    hurrah for Spring!!!

  5. Foghorn The IKonoclast says:
    April 2, 2015 at 1:15 pm

    I like cold but not a persistent sunny one.

  6. oneofaclass says:
    April 2, 2015 at 1:19 pm

    I’m hoping this means your muse is unthawing, too! Nice to see you back!

  7. Noel Ihebuzor says:
    April 2, 2015 at 1:44 pm

    as with the season, so, with the poet,
    songs well from within
    they spring forth
    at the first ring of spring
    as poet, pen and keyboard warm
    to the rhythm and reason
    of the season of renewal
    to sing songs
    that unfurl like croci
    awakening, unfolding and stirring.

    welcome back, Susan! To say you were missed is to understate it.

  8. UpChuckingwords says:
    April 2, 2015 at 9:03 pm

    Not to be redundant, but. Yay. Lovely to see you back, Susan. You’ve been missed!
    Audra

  9. Rhonda says:
    April 3, 2015 at 10:08 am

    She’s Baaaaaaack!!! So happy to see you and read you once again SFAM. And a lovely call to what’s hiding just below the surface…it’s coming. xo

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