I awoke
to a sprouting of spring—
will you pin it in my hair?I wonder
as the starry white blossoms
flutter in the cool morning breezeI know
that they will blush
to the touch of warm sunny days
still to comeThey are
a promise of tomorrow
as it rises from winter’s long sleep.
© Neetu Malik
-
Shall we dip our brush
in the deep blue dusk
so we may paint joy
we stole from
the passing day
before it grows dark? -
all I hear is this song…
carried to my ears upon waves
as they ebb and return
a symphony of love
played on instruments
of the heart— -
sultry afternoon
in the vast cornfields
reaping gold -
I wait eagerly
for absolute darkness
to lose my shadow -
I drop pebbles slowly
watch them fall
in a shallow stream
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Good morning, Neetu, How beautiful! Today when I brush back my hair I will sing, “I awoke to a sprouting of spring” and I will pin it in my hair. Thank for you such lovely words.
Thank you, Veronica. I’m glad the poem made you happy and will make you sing!
Thank you to the bloggers who have liked the poem and to those of you who have shared it with others. Spring is a joyful time, and though it is not quite here yet, there is hope of color to come.