O spring wind,
You are the fine line
Between cool and warm,
The promise of green and
Growing.
O spring wind,
Grant me wings,
Spread my arms and
Lift me up with your blowing,
Blowing.
With the remarkable weather we've had lately, I felt the impulse to write. Maybe it's too saccharine and contrived, but I present to you without a hint of irony my feelings about the spring wind. I think we unfairly denigrate sincerity in our society today and I find the only antidote is to be sincere. Enjoy spring, friends.
A fine poem. As good poems do, it articulates a moment I had not till now recognised: the sensual pleasure found in the perfect poise of a spring wind between cool and warm (I'm assuming you meant to write warm). I love the repetition at the end, and the one-word last line of each verse. There's something very satisfying about that rhyme, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks as always for the kind words, Tig. I've fixed that embarrassing error, too. I'm glad I was able to capture that feeling of a perfect May day when the wind is in that place between warm and cool; it's one of my favorite spring sensations.
DeleteThe simple rhyme just felt right to me, so I'm glad it did to you as well.