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 said...

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