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
5 comments:
Love this poem Heather!!
This is a lovely spring poem and has an interesting structure. The two rhymed stanzas like a chorus of spring maybe.
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.
I'm loving it!! ~karen
Karen - Thank you!
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