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.

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.

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


Just Look Around
by Uncle Meridian