Thicket and Thorp [Revised]

Who blossomed
this frost-branch

out of slumber?

Who's been splashing

noisy colours,
blaring bright music,

 

disturbing

the chilly peace

with blithesome burgeonings:

tuft of pink,
pillow of white,
spike of violet!

Sun-bathed earth,
who woke you,
softened you?

Forsythia,

insolent stripling,
who gave you leave?

Magnolia, crocus, daffodil!

I could dance

among gravestones!

Southerly wind,
sting me suddenest!
Life me, blood me,

 

season of spice and song,
pang, pulse, petal,

bane and bliss!

 

Riot of lilac
beneath the endless

breadth of blue!





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-04 at 06:38

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Charmingly exuberant!
2018-04-17


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Has April shown you one of her devious surprises? You know she is fickle and can cover everything with snow again. I enjoyed the poem very much with its vivid scenery.
Ashe
2018-04-15