70 degrees Fahrenheit: 21 Celsius.




Just Look Around

Seventy degrees: a fresh south wind
brings white-vermilion petals to the plain,
lightness of step to heavy humankind,
music that pleases a woolgathering brain.


Chestnut Street's alive with sparrow-voices;
college quads are whizzing with frisbees.
White clouds smile down on us, as if rejoicing;

dry pollinated air coaxes a sneeze.


Noontime, New England, on the verge of May:
spring dances barefoot; her unsandalled tread
nudges joy and colour from slumbrous ground.


The image of a lost sun-spangled day
stirs in the heart-soil, rises from the dead,
and grace is everywhere. Just look around!





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-01 at 10:58

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
"woolgathering brain" You have a way with words Tom, another delightful poem.
2022-04-01


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful, evocative spring images, "heavy humankind" and "unsandalled tread" say so much. The sonnet form is a perfect fit.

I appreciate the frisbees on the quad, which seems anachronistic in this era of students with phones in hand.

Like Afrodite, I was transported, in a good way, to a Dandelion Wine kind of world, pristine and kind.
2022-04-01


AFRODITE STATHI The PoetBay support member heart!
Vivid imagery!!!Your work traveled me to Spring.I so much loved reading it!!!
2022-04-01

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Just Look Around
by Uncle Meridian