we knock upon silence

for an answering music

   Lu Chi




Of Birds and Bees

A February false-spring morning

This warmest winter in memory,

Flowering crabapple tree already

Filled and flushed with pink buds

And fragrant in the warm sunlight,

First stunned bees bumbling in it,

 

And the one cardinal who has been

Without his mate these long months

Opens too in notes both old and new,

Both love song and a lonely lament,

And from somewhere, far off, beyond

Our knowing, comes echo or answer.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-02-23 at 11:17

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A typically fine poem, Fog. What's most remarkable about it to me is that ambiguous finish.
2012-02-25


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
It's been a long haul for those of us who thrill to the snap crackle of morning snow and the ache of inhaling frosty winter evening air.

Joe
2012-02-24


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
February , wormiest for many a year ,
Daffodils confoust , bracketing out ,
From there winters slumbers ,
Blossoms been showing since December ,
Defied the icy snows ,
Birds been singing out to atracked a mate ,
Spring is in the air indeed

Ken ( D Williams )
2012-02-23