Mo's Manic Monday - Spring
Posted: Monday, March 26, 2007 by Travis Cody in
It's Manic Monday time! The word is Spring. Don't forget to visit Mo at It's A Blog Eat Blog World.
Spring has sprung
The grass has ris
I wonder where
The birdies is
...Bulwinkle J. Moose
No, that's not my Spring post. But I couldn't let the chance go by to quote Mr. Bulwinkle.
My MM offering is a poem I wrote many years ago.
As I Walked
As I walked I saw a bird and grew very still
A splendid white dove come to share this quaint hill
I smiled to be touched by so gentle a taste of spring
Then quick as a sigh the dove spooked and took wing
My heart beat faster, bewitched by sudden flight
Overwhelmed and slightly daunted but punctured by insight
How fleeting and precious can be the joys of love and faith
Marred and cast aside by an admirer's softly exhaled breath
I walked further, found a stone and rolled it
I paced its circular journey until it bounced against a mate
Seeing the first aside the new, my thoughts again grew bright
One stoned added to another, row upon row, can bridge the night
I continued my stroll, attentive but casually so
Aware of the boundless beauty captivating my very soul
Serene and content amidst fresh life in musical silence
A young heart beat loudly, inviting all to rejoice in dance
Soon flowers did I see drinking life from a crystal pool
And I stretched down among them, engulfed by brilliant hues
Sweet wild flowers, poppies and jasmine, tossed by fickle breeze
So pleasant I forgot in my joy that spring blossoms make me sneeze
Simple rain as I walked to ease frantic senses
Brief showers and welcome, soft and full of fragrances
I paused to rest beneath a stately oak, contemplating the sky
Raindrops spattered on leaf and limb, trickling softly in my eye
Benign intelligence did I find as I walked
Not tempted toward chronic need for ponderous talk
Simple solitude the law enforced by nature's perfect reason
Balanced in daily wonder of Mother's ever nurturing seasons
Your poem made me take a stroll in my mind. Lovely images, especially that of the spring rain! I love the rain.