HINTS OF SPRING

50 year old poem about spring...

Winter grass is white along the path.

Earth is frozen. In the still, cold air

I catch a scent, elusive, yet familiar,

Fragile sweetness, scarcely even there.

 

Spring is sending messengers aloft,

Heralding the coming of new weather,

Honeysuckle fingers feeling gently,

South breeze blowing lightly as a feather,

 

Whispering “Be patient…she comes soon…”

The gloomy day takes on a glow of cheer,

The winter grass seems greener where I walk,

All for knowing spring will soon be here.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I ever had published, fifty years ago. It was in a little magazine called “The Christian,” which is now defunct—as so many of them are. I got $2.00 for it, which wasn’t real money even in those days, but it was one of the most exciting things that ever happened to me.

Reviews

[Vishuddha]

This poem is a delight. Worth every penny.

[Marie]

$2.00 was more money in those days.

[rkiyer]

Wow, short but stil descriptive in detail. first writing is always special

[Susan Morton]

I absolutely love it! I can smell the Honeysuckle.

[Tom]

Just like the much sought and longed for arrival of Spring, this poem is invitingly embracing !

$2.00 and worth every cent !

[Marie]

Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like your imagery, Marie, but then you are so consistent with the visuals....i always try to teach my students to be visual.

and yes, 2 dollars seems like not too much...but just the idea of getting paid for writing when it is poetry...that is enough.

[Marie]

Two dollars was a lot more in those days. And just getting published was fantastic...

[Dr. Wood ?]

and you still have the magic in your pen Marie..this is really quite stunning...$2.00.....I bet you were dancing on air

[ANTO]

Marie if you had taken that $2.00 and bought shares in a little company called Microsoft ...etc..

Im kidding. This is delightful. I especially liked the line -
"I catch a scent, elusive, yet familiar,
Fragile sweetness, scarcely even there." - which we can all relate too I think.

"Honeysuckle fingers feeling gently" - very pretty imagery.

The final stanza is a beautiful bow on this winter/spring bouquet.
Thank you for sharing this dear Marie.
:))

[Marie]

Thank you. I had sent out several poem to several different magazine, and was just about to give up with this happened...

[Woody]

damn! $2 for this one? stingy buggers. I wonder who reads and rates the writes in those magazines. are they people in the know who appreciate good poetry?
I thought it was a poem about spring. I sould've paid more attention to the title.
love this one marie. I see you were very good even then.

[Marie]

Thanks, Woody. Someone told me that $2.00 in those days was the equivalent of $15.00 today. That's a little better payment. And I couldn't sell a poem lke that now; the markets have all dried up.

[An owl on the moon]

I love poetry in that it is timeless.. what you had published fifty years ago.. oh, how it still speaks to these first days of spring. It is so beautifully enriching... :)

[Marie]

THank you.