A catkin
pregnant with
promise
fresh hope
waiting the awakening
of spring
a release
a birth
relief
Seeing light
on the edge of darkness
shooing shadows
away
from the corners
Thorn
blood red
grows wild
ever since
forever
ago
Delicate tendrils, whisps of bang
blowing in the eyes of the sun
pistachio green miniatures
clinging
opening
soon
becoming
heavy tresses
long and proud
a waterfall racing
splashing to the ground
who dares climb it?
7 comments:
Makes me want to be there.....actually, makes me want to go outside and discover....thanks for sharing your talent...
What a beautiful image of the thorn that is. I like the picture of the catkin, too.
Your description of "pistachio green miniatures. . . soon becoming heavy tresses" is wonderful. A very nice play on Rapunzel!
I am longing for spring looking at these pictures. Today I took photos of icicles. It'll be another month or two before spring really takes hold of Iowa. Glad I can share yours. :)
Illustrations of the words and words illustrating the illustrations. Very neat.
Larry
I wanted to thank you for stopping by, and to let you know my poem was rooted in the past and ended with the solution which has brought me to a present place where God's grace always shines visibly to me even in the worst of times. Your comment opened my eyes to how gloomy the poem could seem. Heh.
And then, of course, it is always a pleasure to see others ramble through the joys of God's creation, and this visit is all the more a blessing because the photos so beautifully illustrate promises and hope.
it's the thorn and its words and the ending line ...
Happy Spring. I'm so glad you picked up the Rapunzel part, Maureen.
Karen, I'm melancholy - glad you're through to the other side.
Thanks Susan, Nitwrit, Erin and Laurie. :) Try and enjoy the outdoors, it does a body good.
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