Also 2017-ish.

I'm Here

I hear the birds

of Lady Primavera,

a noted purveyor of lilacs.


I see daffodils at my laptop,

hyacinths by the recliner,

bumblebees in the coffee-mug,

robins by the iPhone,

sparrows atop the fridge.


Antic, frisky,

April announces,

I'm here! and flings

her hundred thousand flowers,

a laughing Ophelia

whose mind is all light.


Pray you, mark!

this tuft of green

which shines like nature's neon.

And look, this willow

burgeoning aslant

a gaily chattering brook!


All this bright grace

after long months

of cold hope!

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-24 at 16:52

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
This really brought a smile to my face!
Greetings, Lady Primavera!
What pleasure after a long winter!

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
"grace" is just the right word for your spring-unfolding. Bravo.


Clear and Generous
by Uncle Meridian