Plum Tree on the cusp of Spring
“Plum Snow”
The soft white petals
Of plum trees are blowing around,
A winter-spring snow storm.
—
The brook is still choking on ice
With a promise of babble to come.
I raise my arms to
Heaven, and yell:
“Give over this rawness of Nature!”
Then in more pleading tones:
“Bring warmth to the marrow,
Comfort with gentler winds.”
—
Today I hug life
And buy its promise.
Tomorrow I don’t know
But today I do.
—
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2010
Tags: "Plum Snow", cold, from "White Cranes of Heaven", Hope, poetry, Spring, Winter
March 24, 2010 at 1:40 am
You’ve done a great job with this one
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March 24, 2010 at 2:05 am
Thank you! I see you also are a poet….
Freeverse is more difficult than it seems in the beginning. Unnecessary words prevail sometimes…a sharp knife helps.
Thank you for reading and commenting….and Welcome!
Lady Nyo
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March 24, 2010 at 3:23 pm
Very nice. I loved “Give over this rawness of Nature!”
There are rows of fragrant pink plum trees in our neighborhood; when they shed their petals the sidewalks are clothed in pale rose-colored drifts. How are the magnolias in your area coming along?
P.S. Since all the other verbs in the poem are present tense, maybe
> I raised my arms
should be
> I raise my arms ?
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March 24, 2010 at 3:36 pm
Thank you, Berowne, for reading and your lovely comment.
I raised my arms…to I raise my arms??? Probably….You know me and tenses….they don’t seem to register!
I’ll change it!
Too early for the magnolias…but! I see some peonies in the front garden, and this is probably early….EVERYTHING is early.
Oh!! PINK plum trees!!! You are so lucky. I have the white ones….but they are like snow. I am looking out my second story window at them (two) and they are starting to turn green. The snowstorm should start soon!
Thanks for stopping by. I have another few plum-themed poems….IF I could find them. Before the plums are history.
Lady Nyo
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