Prickmedainty Poetry

Winter Patience

I learn the patience of sap

Watching winter

Clip wings wither petal kill color

Steal all emerald songs away

Leave souls stripped stark,

A naked melody of branches

Only snowflakes sing against.

Pulsing beneath this surface chill

A remnant fire chimes warmth and hope,

Liquid amber rushing bell flower thoughts

Through hush-bound stillness even as

Ice beads fern and crystallizes wood.

Inhalation, exhalation—

At last,

Frostbitten lips hue and part with Spring's kiss,

The long white death yields brand new breath.

Birds string again their lyres

As the Earth remembers her lyrics:

Willows buds and jewel-slivered leaves,

Yellow arcing forsythia and moss

Like fresh-sprung velvet.

Crocus and tulip sing up the spectrum's notes

While violets wink bright amethyst arias

And seeds unfurl their syllables—

Spell a glory, green a name.

*a poem from many years ago from my life on the East Coast . . .