Inching Alchemy of Spring
Suddenly I noticed
how the green shoots grew,
and birds were singing in the eaves..
The brown and barren forest floor
was spiked with lunging life
that perforated winter's skin
of dry dead leaves.
Soft as whispers,
sharp as knives,
green blades
unsheath before the sun.
The inching alchemy
of spring is come.
(c) A McN
how the green shoots grew,
and birds were singing in the eaves..
The brown and barren forest floor
was spiked with lunging life
that perforated winter's skin
of dry dead leaves.
Soft as whispers,
sharp as knives,
green blades
unsheath before the sun.
The inching alchemy
of spring is come.
(c) A McN
posted by alistair mcnaught at 10:39 PM
1 Comments:
'The brown and barren forest floor
was spiked with lunging life
that perforated winter's skin
of dry dead leaves.'
What a wonderful description 'spiked with lunging life'. :-)
Loved 'inching alchemy' too.
Your writing delights me. :-)
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