SPRING

Only weather, never the same,

no shape, no edge, no final form.

A current moving through the ground,

low and humming, without sound.

The earth remembers how to lean,

from winter’s weight into green.

Not arrival, only return.

The soil forgets its frozen past,

slowly breaking, vast.

Rain remembers how to fall,

not loss but answering call.

The land rises without command,

becoming what it understands.

Frost yields without a sound,

no witness left upon the ground.

Everything held begins to turn,

into what the light must learn.

I do not stand outside the burn,

I am the turning, I am return.

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

Hi
Beautiful art work. You write with much care and tender feelings people think you are mild person but if you see the other side that can stop million storms to stop with your little finger by lifting the hill to protect your love.

Jessy Jacob ❤️

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Jessy. I appreciate your reading. I’m glad the tenderness and strength both came through.

[Levi Levin]

I think you did a great job, keep it up.

Levy

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Curly
you portray a lovely canvas of movement, of color, of strength of passion, choosing mother earth's turning and moving into our own...everything turns, even if we are not aware of it... your words are perfectly chosen for this excellent piece of poetry..."everything held begins to turn".....
Warmly, B

[Vol]

Curly,
What a lovely bit of slow motion peace and serenity. It is far and aways this old man's favorite time of year, especially April. When I still lived in Middle Tennessee, I'd ride daily to discover a new, vast beauty around every corner. Having left that behind for this awful desert with it's infinite variations on the color brown, It is as though, if my soul is shaped like my body, large bites have taken, and its right arm and shoulder are gone... your poem has tickled me like a phantom limb.
Vol

[Ken Simm.]

I read somewhere that spring travels north at half a mile an hour. This is a delightful yet strong romp through what happens.

[Buddhistboy73]

A neat write about the emergence of spring...:)

The earth remembers how to lean,
from winter’s weight into green.

Spring is the return....

Thanks for sharing..

BB73

[DavidGeo]

it's been, I don't how long, 30 years or something but I still like to listen Elton John sing the Circle of Life from the og Lion King soundtrack. this poem reminded me of that again, thank you. I love it. www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwH9YvhPN7c

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Davidgeo. That’s a beautiful connection. I’m honored that the poem brought that feeling back to you. And I also still enjoy listening to that song, play it for the nephew sometimes...he's 5