Friday, March 26, 2010

Something's coming

I paw at the ground,
Tossing aside leaf litter and rich humus -
Searching for signs of life,
Inhaling the aroma of sweet earth primordial.

The mist of morn,
Of spring new-born -
It beckons forth
And I am torn.

The fern is furtive as I fumble with the soil -
Not yet ready to burst forth, to show itself,
To leave behind the shackles of dormancy;
Still waiting for thirst-quenching rains,
And for mercy from the strains of dormancy.

Knees on the ground
I listen to the sound
Of earthworms crawling 'round -
Happy that new life will soon abound.

-my response to read write poem prompt #118


Ginnymo said...

Love this poem Heather!!

irene said...

This is a lovely spring poem and has an interesting structure. The two rhymed stanzas like a chorus of spring maybe.

Heather said...

Ginny - Thank you, and thanks for being my first follower!!

Irene - Thank you for stopping by! I felt a little weird about the mixed structure, but decided to go with it.

KaHolly said...

I'm loving it!! ~karen

Heather said...

Karen - Thank you!