Ode

Earth was written in the spring

By a soft shade sunrise creaking quietly awake

From an eternity of hibernation, each ray

Slowly caressing this new beginning to speak.

Blooming words pushed up from fresh soil:

White roses, daffodils, iris and, rising taller,

Red tulips, a declaration of eyes opening and

Smiles emerging in pastel blushes.

Each year this poem is read aloud 

To a soundtrack of tremolo birdsong

That grows in intensity to a burst of violins

As we are reminded to shed skin, open arms,

Free our limbs and start again, this time,

With hope.

Inspired by: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/lucky-thirteen/

Citrus Tree

Roots reach out               

Like fingers opening, spreading,

Into the soil.

In unfriendly desert

The thin trunk keeps growing;

Branches reach out.

Green bark and

Purple flowers on thin arms,

Desert spring beauty:

You are my

Sapling poem; my reminder of

So much progress.

Inspired by: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-four-2/