mottled

Spring

Posted: April 10th, 2007 by Anil | tagged: poetry

The early morning sunlight
slips past my shadow.

The woods are alive with the sounds of spring,
flowers breathing in the new sun, and
leaves drinking in the dew.

Earthworms are busy chewing soil.
Woodpeckers exult in their exquisite precision.
White rabbits scamper in and out of their burrows.

I walk between the drowsy trees,
shaking sleep out of their branches and
digging deep into the softened earth.

The does romp in the dappled shadows.
A sleepy bear yawns while her cubs snuggle beside.
A cool breeze is breathing down the branches.

How happy the world seems!
Waking up from the frost
of winter past.

So why this tightening of heart?
Why this narrowing of eyes?
Why this halting of hope?

Answers do not follow questions,
neither does past precede present
in this world made by women.

Time walks past me, robbing me of everything
that a surprised winter promised for the coming spring.

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Lotstodo says so:
April 24th, 2007 | Quote
This is a really interesting poem. Heartache of some sort, I imagine? I can see you are a prolific writer :-) BTW, Thanks for the wishes.
Anil says so:
April 18th, 2007 | Quote
Santosh: Thank you for that interesting analysis. The progression was not intentional but what you said makes sense.
Santosh says so:
April 16th, 2007 | Quote
I like the progress in the verses from a school boyish expression of the scenario in the first few constructive verses to the immense poetic maturity in the final phrases. Very much like you from yerster years.
Anil says so:
April 14th, 2007 | Quote
Black Tulip: Thank you and I’ll take that putting you in a partial trance part as a huge compliment *winks*

Mermaid: Thank you but I’m not quite sure if I follow you completely. Could you elaborate?

Rohit: Spring is finally here so I promise things will be less gloomy in these parts from now on *smiles*
Rohit says so:
April 13th, 2007 | Quote
Anil, why of late such gloomy stuff???
Mermaid says so:
April 11th, 2007 | Quote
I love the verse about the trees awakening. Despite this world “made by women”, can you still be that tree?
Black Tulip says so:
April 11th, 2007 | Quote
Read this almost in a trance, half frm the state of mind i was in, and half frm your lines. Especially loved the last two lines.

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