PRONOUNCEMENT

Another spring poem, pretty ordinary.

 

Tender buds of pink and gold

And white announce the spring;

Ice melts into trickling brooks,

Flash of speckled wings.

 

Scent of new grass pushing up,

Air like honey to the taste;

Jewels begin to climb from shells

In which winter had them cased.

 

Blue above and Green below,

Promise coming true;

Though as old as earth itself,

Spring is always new.

Reviews

[Workvio]

Nicely penned and well said ... It is strange that no matter how long we live upon this earth, spring after spring, year after year, the same over and over again, it is, and always feels, new, fresh, as though it has never happened or been done before ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love that blue/green feeling of spring, of new life....the air like honey...

your imagery so crisp.

[Marie]

Thank you.

[Chris]

I felt this one as I sat reading by the opened windows...

[Marie]

I'm glad to hear that...

[Glen Yumang Manese]

As you noted above...and not to elaborate more on the subject...this is coming up again...I believe the rebirth and the death of winter go hand in hand...gives you the intake that what is beautiful...can also wilt and begin anew...yet we only look at the rebirth...since the death of it all is harsher...yet adds just as much to the equation of the meaning of life...here comes death...yet the value is here comes life once more...good day...

[Marie]

Thanks. To me this is simply a trite set of verses; obviously it means more than that to others...

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I went a bit over the top...with the comment...you are welcome...good day...

[Perkele.7885]

A re-birth is always needed after the winter season is through. You have painted, us your readers, with a wonderful snapshot of your version of spring's arrival! A welcoming write.

[Marie]

Thank you.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A joyful and uplifting read just like the welcome spring.

[Marie]

Thank you.

[Woody]

every time I think there's nothing more to say about spring, you manage to come up with something new. you painted a beautiful picture with your words Marie.
spring is always new. how true!

[Marie]

Is this really new ? Sometimes I think I'm saying the same things over and over again.

[Woody]

to me it is. you could make a collection and call it "the seasons collection".

[Marie]

Well, I guess I could do that...

[ANTO]

Beautiful poem Marie. Your Spring poems get better and better each year.
I really liked the honey reference - finally, our reward for waiting out Winter, eh?
:)

[Marie]

Thank you ANTO. I'm not as happy with the scanning on this as I could be. I rewrote it once, but it still doesn't sound quite right.

[ANTO]

The middle stanza ?

[Marie]

No, the first one.

[ANTO]

I came back today Marie and read it a few more times and I have to say (I dont think any changes have been made but...) I think it reads just grand. I like it as it stands.
:)

[Marie]

Thank you. I think I'm just getting bored with my own writing.

[ANTO]

Would you like a challenge?

[Jamestown]

Love the calming and peaceful feel
this spring delight brings, full of imagery
and fluency, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Marie]

Thank you.