Today Joy Lennick shares two poems about spring as it emerges from the frosty winter.
A dozen arboreal snow maidens
grace our concrete street:
like virginal brides –
some blushing –
confetti at their feet.
Shivering in the early Spring freeze,
genuflecting in the icy breeze,
they bravely bear
Mother Nature’s whims –
and to beauty all are hymns.
An ethereal curtains rises,
a feathered chorus orchestrates.
Enter Spring – her grand debut –
veiled by dew-dropped, cob-webbed lace.
Crowned with gold forsythia,
yellow trumpets show respect.
Earth’s treasure-chest is opening,
all creatures genuflect.
Each Spring I have a love affair,
wonder at her yearly flair,
and at her feet I leave a prayer
for all the beauty dwelling there.
©Joy Lennick 2019
About Joy Lennick
Having worn several hats in my life: wife, mum, secretary, shop-keeper, hotelier; my favourite is the multi-coloured author’s creation. I…
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