It’s April and it’s poetry time. Any excuse to post a poem.
Here’s my first one of the season, another cleave poem because I did it after bloody hours of torture. I exaggerate. But it wasn’t like rolling off a log either.
Wind’s from the north/ spring clouds bowling
From the wintry sea / gulls soaring inland
Cold rain spatters / over dancing river waves
Tearing tender blossoms / splashing the banks with foam.
Winters grip tightens /in the first days of springtime
On bird-huddled branches/ hazels are greenly leafing
And nestlings pipe with feeble voices / in the pale sun streaming.
I walk with heavy heart / Blackbird’s song is in my ears
Remembering the golden past / filled with joy and easy beauty
When summer danced / rippling bright as river water
For you and me / fading with the distant twilight
Now I am left / as night draws near
With a handful of snowflakes / falling gently as cherry blossom.