True Colours - The Writing Of Nature Poetry
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Oddly, physical work often causes a poem to spring to mind. Poems write themselves in my mind when I am washing the floor, vacuuming, folding laundry, shovelling snow, raking leaves or mulch, or doing other relatively mindless chores. Just recently, while chipping ice for the umpteenth time this winter, the following piece began to tweak in my brain, and presented itself in its entirety a short while after, while still in the heavy jeans and sweatshirt I had donned for the occasion.
Yearning For Yellow
I dream of drip of icicle and sigh for slop of snow,
as March gales begin their gust-shift into welcome
waft of spring. I yearn for yellow crocuses, stamens
saffron-stained, and pine for push of peony
through sodden April soil. I acutely ache for
elegant evenings, heliotrope-heavenly, and thirst
for trill of wood thrush in search of wiggling worms.
I long for late-night lingering on patio or porch,
while viewing vermilion sunsets well past
solstice supper hour. I miss merciful mellow
moments of blissful bask in blessèd warming beam
of beauteous Brother Sun. And I passionately
plead for his rapid reappearance from winter’s
straggle-stray, whereas his cold and crooked walk.
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