When spring comes
it rustles with wind-sighs
raking debris, lifting blood-red leaves,
sifting sand for life
beneath trees,
between stones,
yellow flowers bloom
following the sun, as we do, in expectation
of magic, a breath from the sky
to banish air thick with grey, to return
blue-winged, pink-tipped,
shedding golden feathers–
in that light almost-love
as it kisses the lingering ice, transforming it—
and if the steel and concrete world devours,
still the birds sing in echoes of the stars,
recalling the once bright, now fallen,
while peace, a wandering vine, twines,
unnoticed but anticipated, like a secret
waiting to be revealed in the blush of chagrined dawn
after the charcoal clouds clear,
swept by cerulean
again.
My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. As always, she knows what’s going on.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
So do you know what’s going on Merril
Thank you, Derrick.
We had the same feeling to ours, but yours is much more complex and beautiful. Take humans away, and the world lives its circles, full and complete. (K)
Beautiful, Merril: I love the gentleness of your prayer for peace!
That is so lovely, Ingrid. Thank you!
Yes, you have a glimmer of hope in peace at the end, amid the steel and concrete. And all the birds! Your firebird flew out of the poem I wrote last night too 🙂
Yes, mine is more hopeful–but I didn’t even think of that firebird. You’re right! 😀
It’s funny how that happens, the images slipping back and forth over the Atlantic like that 🙂
They fly so quickly!
Sharing 🙂
Yes, eagerly! 😊
I particularly like these lines:
to return
blue-winged, pink-tipped,
shedding golden feathers–
For some odd reason, I immediately saw myself returning blue-winged, and pink-tipped, shedding golden feathers.
Oh, wow–that’s amazing, Liz, and I feel. . .I can’t quite come up with the word, but special that my words delivered that image to you.
It was quite a strange feeling. I don’t think I’ve had it since I was a child.
That is just amazing, Liz. 💙
🙂
This is absolutely gorgeous, Merril. Spring is all that and more. So beautifully penned.
Thank you so much, Dale!
🙂
Splendid lines
Thank you!
Your Oracle works amazingly well, Merril.
Your prose is magic.The Oracle is not the only one with powers.
Cerulean will return!
That’s very kind. Thank you, Resa!
such a beautiful picture painted Merril! 💖
Thank you so much, Cindy! 💙