Three Spring Poems….

 

Photo to the east

Photo to the east

Watercolor: Springtime Daffs, janekohut-bartels, 2006

Spring Daffs, wc, janekohut-bartels, 2007

Today is the first day of Spring.  I am through with this long winter and look forward this tender season.  Already the red maple in the front garden is bursting with red helicopters of seed that fall with the developing winds.  The daffodils and grape hyacinths, the periwinkle and snow drops are blooming and the grass is daring to show a lushness that begs for a mowing.  I bought two foxgloves with the hope  of blooms   and a tray of red lettuce.  Of course next week will have colder temps overnight, but there is promise in the air.  This evening the sky was a mixture of pale blue and pink. The  doves were settling in the huge oaks and pecans, their cries  a mournful sound in the dusk light.

I think we are all grateful for this change of season.  Winter has stayed too long on the land.

Lady Nyo

 

Spring Moon

– 

The moon this spring afternoon

Floated high above the saddle of distant trees, hills,

As she pillowed on her part of the universe

Her face no more colored than a passing cloud.

 

She looked sleepy, tired—

Of course!  All this waxing and waning.

 

She looked down at me as she cuddled the pale sky

Just one eye awake,

A part of her mouth exposed

The rest of her face burrowed in a pillow,

 

No gleam, no interest  in prowling the heavens.

Just waking up—I expected her to yawn!

 

SPRING STORM

– 

The wind howls tonight

Races round eaves,

Disturbs  the haunts in the attic,

Forces wind chimes

Into a metal hambone frenzy

The clash of harmony grates

On ears, on nerves

no sleep for this night.

 

There is death to the west

Fear in the vanguard. 

It is springtime,

No gentle embrace

Just a blaze of destruction, despair.

Sanctuary

Is far down on the ground,

Deep as a cellar

Deep as the grave.

 

The moon above,

Sickly green sphere

Is in on the game.

 

The dogs howl

A Greek chorus

Echoing their primal fear

Over the landscape.

 

Each moan of wind

Heralds the apocalypse,

My eyes squeeze shut

Against grating of branches,

The rattle of panes

As I grasp for sanity

In an insane night.

  

I ride out the storm,

Dawn breaks,

The silence complete,

The earth placid and calm

As if the night before

Only a nightmare-

And I ridden from sleep

To the usual ground.

 Rude Spring

 

Sharp brittle wind

Sails like clipper glass

Cuts the skin razor thin,

And flays off winter.

 

This spring can’t wait.

It lies,

Promises comforting warmth

Yet delivers a numbing cold-

Too much in love with winter still.

 

I hear the laughter in the pines.

They moan, echo an evil chuckle.

 

No matter.

This argument will be over

Once the earth

Pirouettes on point.

 

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Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2014

poems from “Pitcher of Moon”, published at Createspace, Amazon.com, 2014

http://goo.gl/RzFRj4 

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4 Responses to “Three Spring Poems….”

  1. TR Says:

    Hi LN,
    The poems describe the change between the two beautifully and especially this year with the long winter. It is almost like a small teaser but we still cling to winter. Love these lines:
    This spring can’t wait.

    It lies,

    Promises comforting warmth

    Yet delivers a numbing cold-

    Too much in love with winter still.

    Love, TR

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  2. ladynyo Says:

    Hi TR!

    Thank you for reading these poems, likeing them, and your comment!

    It seems that we in the states are having more winter out westwards…the midwest still is getting some snow fall! Yikes!

    yes, maybe this Spring is STILL in love with winter! LOL!

    I put out 6 lettuce plants, two “silver fox” Foxglove plants, transplanted a big rose bush, dug up some Siberian Iris my husband hits with the mower every spring….and dug soil. It’s beautiful outside, sunny, mild breeze…and after all that work, I find that it is going to be just above freezing tonight. LOL! Well, they will have to tough it out there.

    I remember an old poem when I was young:

    “Spring is here
    the grass is riz
    I wonder where
    the flowers is.”

    Love, Jane…and hope your weather is better.

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  3. TR Says:

    Hi! Yup, it even snowed in Chicago the other day. I’m not a big fan of it even when it is winter. 🙂

    That helps to plant something, to get in the mood for spring.

    Cute poem. xx

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  4. ladynyo Says:

    Yikes! It’s supposed to be approaching spring, even in Chicago. LOL!

    I used to LOVE snow…but now? nope…I guess it’s age.

    yep, into the mood of spring. It is going to be in the 70’s tommorow. Go figure.

    Actually that last line was “wonder where dem flowers is.”

    That poem must have been around the turn of the 20th century. Don’t know, but it’s something that has stuck with me.

    Hugs,
    Jane

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