Michigan in April
Spring trees reward our determined hope
that life won't stay gray-stained-frozen.
They flex and swell;
burst out in fingers of longed-for green.
Stalwart pines now stand straighter
relieved of their place as lone prophets
giving insistent voice through the cold of Winter
that Spring and new life will return
if only we hold firm to that hope.
Fruit trees lift curving limbs
and gather cascades of ruffled blooms-
their fragrant topknots float petals that create bruised and delicate eddies
in shades of cream, pink, and magenta.
Along the highway a vivid act of faith makes me smile each morning.
Standing in a rough row, a few dozen daffodils far from any house
bear witness to an act of kindness;
bulbs dropped into the chilling soil of Autumn to bloom and brighten April's travelers.
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Judey Kalchik
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Oh this was lovely. I love stories about nature. So very refreshing.
Oh wow. This is gorgeous.
This is just stunningly beautiful. Very well done.
Wow, I love poems that highlight the beauty of nature. This was great
Even as I mourn the passing of winter, those first few hints of spring are delightful.
The way this adds to the rhythm, I just love: "that life won’t stay gray-stained-frozen." That final stanza is my favorite. "Bulbs dropped into the chilling soil of Autumn to bloom and brighten April’s travelers." Simply gorgeous. So glad Paul shared this in his Deep Cuts!
This is stunning, Judey! Love the evocativeness of it and your perfectly chosen words and wonderful descriptions put me right there!
Beautiful imagery💖✨