Early Spring Anon
If you listen with intention you can hear it
even before you see it clearly
an early, but insistent murmuring
a harmony
a gospel choir of the earth
gathering its energy
sotto voce
the forest sings a green promise
teasing against the dim clay and faded, crumbling leaves
in the aftermath of winter
a pastiche of somber ochres
dim oranges, pale browns and grays
cradling the iridescent moss proudly against the dull palette
a palace of refuge
for the small creatures that awaken
with patient intelligence
in a new dawn
The peepers were loud again last night by the pond
and this morning on the trail
loudly shrieking overhead, the
geese appeared, emblazoned
like an arrowhead against the azure sky
a dynamic fortissimo in formation,
a display of purpose
winged heralds of joy
and the eternal renewal of re-emergence
the riotous display of colors and form
even as the eager swamp cabbage forces itself
up, piercing the wet soil with determination
and surprise, in unexpected places,
snowbells drape brightly against the earth
in a graceful bow to properly greet
the new season and the forsythia preen early
in a golden flush of self adoration
Jake scampers greedily, his head
held low to the ground
tracing scent trails in great bounding arcs of
instinctive, fierce delight
to join the gleeful celebration of Spring’s return.
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©Martin Lieber. All rights reserved. 4/10/2024
