Spring speaks

This week’s words for the Secret Keeper’s prompt are:

WIND | SPEAK | FREE | START | FIGHT

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Spring speaks with the voice of the wind,

Fighting with fading leaves,

Flurry of forests in free fall.

Gulls wheel and call in the bright air,

Their graceful gyre curving wide,

Snow-white, grey-shadowed ghosts.

River rushes, wind-whipped, tide-pulled,

Clad in faded, rusty-leaved elegance,

Carrying jetsam home to the sea.

The last of the lingering autumn,

Dead debris of hungry winter stirs, green,

Endings, beginnings, in the gull’s windswept curve.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

6 thoughts on “Spring speaks”

  1. The images you create in your words remind me of the coast off Long Island. The gu;;s clawing for the last scraps before the winds become too blustery for even them to sustain against the winter. Waiting for Spring is my favorite awakening of the year. Your poem carries my around the roughest edges but throws in promise of the Green of the Spring. So beautifully written. And your photograph is an amazing shot. – jk

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