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Thursday, 26 March 2015

Spring Whispers

By Joyce Benedict

warm sun tickles cheek
kissing pine needles glistening
as wind whistles through them.
a robin enjoys the ride

squirrels frenzied feeding
blue jay’s clarion call
competes for feeder’s larder
cardinal shares his seed with mate.

icicles drip from gutters,
all sizes; shapes falling
on melting mounds become
musical notes whose refrain
add counterpoint
to nature’s background songs.

like early rumblings of quakes felt,
a pregnant Earth stirs with contractions
under her frozen mantle.

hibernating bear emerges from
winter’s deep sleep, she also hears
the eternal whispers.
a dormant soul responds
in silent glee.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


love this, so vivid

So charming! So lovely! So well observed! Such good poetry!

Amazing, I had to read this four times to fully appreciate your very great talent.
The fourth paragraph is especially poignant.
Congratulations, Joyce.

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