Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter and Springtime



Easter and Springtime

Mud heaves back blankets
of worn snow, stretches,
then belly-belches
the tang of dog turds.

Then Spring rises, pulls on
a fresh shirt
of buds and blue sky,
yawns, and sends the sap
swelling, hearts searching.

Rituals of love:
Trill or squawk
          Look at me
pheasants chase
          Hey, choose me
mallards hiss
          She is mine
starlings wear
their very best
mating feathers
          Hey, baby,
          ain't I fine?

The fuse ignites
creating life.
From Love's promise,
dead forests green.

And we feel it too,
this rising Easter,
fresh hope in our veins.

Photo is mine.

2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh that male pheasant looks very smart!

Lovely poem too, the birds are all flirting and courting here too

Happy Easter!

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Spring is a season when everything and everyone feels the juices flowing. A wonderful energizing time.