Musk at dawn, rising like the mist
from open fields and woods. It’s almost spring
across our world, starting with snowdrops
and dew, light on the grass. You smile;
and minutes pass, always, passing.
And the tenseness of the buds propels
sunlight, spiralling onwards and upwards till
cold blueness reminds us
all, that winter watches still.
Yet it’s warm in the sun, and brave
souls and shoots emerge, despite
the warning scars, of last year’s fights
and joys. Which cannot wait – I’ll test
the day with you, if you’ll permit,
and bask in fragile light until
musty minutes condense
the flavours of the day.
And it is dark once more.
A response to this week’s wewritepoems prompt, which is ‘musty minutes’. It is simply such a beautiful time of year here that I have to write about it, whatever the prompt!
This was really quite lovely Matthew — well crafted… 🙂
It is lovely. Carries a lilting rhythm, as I read it. And I like how you use musty minutes.
Matthew, This is a lush piece, that has me yearning for more time outdoors. Excellent word choice….I love this piece, and how it took you to those musty minutes, disappearing all too soon. ~Brenda
What fun to read how you wrote in musty minutes in your coming of spring poem. I feel the warmth of that sun in your poem as the cold winter disappears. Well done!
Matt, that is a beautiful poem from the first line to the last.
A poem with the strength to make me want to take a walk amongst the brave souls and shoots. Well done.
Gorgeous evocation of the weather we’ve been having up until today. I really enjoyed the way your mind played with the prompt.
A well written lovely poem that makes me feel GOOD!
The flow of imagery and thoughts are delightful and well-done. My favorite lines are: “cold blueness reminds us / all, that winter watches still.” We all know what that kind of sky looks like and you evoked it perfectly.