Wednesday, March 10, 2010

the silent sound of Spring













the silent sound of Spring

The first chorus of Spring:
a rising voice,
a surprise of colour.
A choir of crocus
soprano above the greyness
of tired Winter’s retreat.
Like a nest of newly hatched blackbirds
beaks agape, begging for food
these yellow petals reach out
for the early sun.
Now, green blades rise
from the death of earth -
a promise of Easter’s repair
for a broken world
and the return
of a God
who never went away.

4 comments:

Billy Coffey said...

Just this morning I saw my first robin of 2010, standing by the road as if waving to me. Loved this poem, sighed and smiled at your last lines.

Right Writer said...

Hope "Springs" eternal! I loved the analogy between the realization of Spring's rebirth and the hope of our own.

Cami said...

Oh, my goodness, you changed your template! Looks very nice! I receive your posts via rss in my email, and just enjoy them SO much, I thought I'd pop over to tell you, and I got a new look here to enjoy, too! God bless you, Keith!

by Pegg Thomas said...

Now that you mention it... they do look like they have their little green arms raised in praise!