Raw and sensitive
as a newly-closed wound
that tingles to the touch,
I creep into this bright new day,
a hesitant spring violet
slowly opening to the delight
of the sun’s bold embrace.
drip onto my boots,
and the rich mud throbs
with squirming, burgeoning life
beneath my feet.
A scant moment later,
the crisp green scent of
new life sweeps across
my senses, and spring leaps
into the air and struts its stuff,
across my welcoming world.
Lovely! I haven’t seen any growth yet, but my allergies tell me spring is in the air, LOL. The watch came and it’s beautiful. Many comments on it at the seder I attended yesterday!
Well, I wrote this in anticipation of spring, decided it felt like an Easter poem–and today it’s snowing. Go figure. I don’t care, it still “feels” like spring to me, and the forecast rain this afternoon will take care of this little blip.
I’m so very glad that you like the watch; it pleases me to no end to know that it’s gone to a good home. (Silly, I know, but I get sentimental about my bead babies.)
Wishing you a happy Passover, Barbara. Shalom.
Sweet and hopeful undaunted things. 🙂
Undaunted, exactly! Even a little snowfall is just a brief setback. Spring lifts the spirits, even though it’s not here yet in full regalia. Soon, soon…
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