Spring day

Another poem for NaPoWriMo’s Earth day prompt

©Wolfgang Bergmann


The earth shifts / the year turns

From dark to light/ grey to green, new leaves uncurling

The stars are fading/ palest blossom on a black bough

Night is slipping/ dark times forgotten

Beneath the dawn line/ dappled still with moonlight

Where day is hatching/ in a flurry of birdsong

Ravelling up the past/ spring flags unfurl

Perpetual motion/ eternal cycle.


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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.

12 thoughts on “Spring day”

      1. I wondered if it was flying, or wool-spinning, or a sort of frisbee. Never have thought of bicycles! Funny how expression we take for granted can be as clear as mud to othere people who speak the same language.

      2. I think spinning might have been a trademark name that became commonly used here. Yeah, I’m one of those people who needs an instructor to force me to exercise, but I do like the spin classes. But flying would be fun, too. 🙂

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