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Spring’s calendar of events

From my friend Kathleen Everret — on the other side of the Ozark Ridge

Follow her blog — always a great read!

thecourseofourseasons

March evening storm
I
Blowing hot and cold, angry lovers
rush into each others arms, sparking
into existence their lightning filled
children, giants towering over the land.
Cumulonimbus pillars roiling with winds
and voices of thunder deep
shaking the still naked trees, pounding
aprils warming ground with vernal
tantrums and hailstones, cold and blue.

II
All this begatting and begetting
awash in the fundamental forgetting
of winter just passed
and springs just springing.
April’s hallelujah of re-creation intones
warming air saturated in pheromones .

III
Shedding my skin, casting off
the detritus of all winters,
I scrub the windows of my eyes
to reveal what was once true
and what I choose to be truly now.
Marked by a blue streak
across my forehead, tattooed
no more by the past.
With merlin, I grow younger
and declare-
I am spring.

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National Poetry Month

Moments Held Close

Day 2 – for National Poetry Monthphoto (42)

my morning’s rise
a muted sun sits behind a humid sky
I gently and slowly glide

into the warm spring air
walking out along the Ozark ridge
a rich pagent of nature in prime-time

new jewels of golden crowns
play hide-n-seek down
by the woodland trees

high in the tree tops
squirrels play an extreme game of tag
even sleepy-eyed pops

two neighborly ravens mightly fly
through the cove
awakening predestined May flies

with promises of warm spring air
in the ease of close moments held
I find me in my nesting chair