An Aubade of Spring

[Reilley]

Winter’s plodding sombre time
comes to a welcome close.
All things move slower in the cold
save my fingertips on my keyboard,
fallen leaves lie fallow
like fallen moods
lie sodden from their season’s melted blankets
awaiting the quickening
we all feel
just out of sight.

The sonorous drone of winter’s groan -
will it spring into exalted tune
when it warms?
Will it expand into the hum
of a trillion lives beginning?
Would my sodden heart
begin an aria to new beginnings?

Would my curious hands
weave words of magical cures?
Can I see past the pain of arthritic joints
and shoveler’s calloused hands to find
new growth, new starts,
and second chances?
I hunger for the new,
to wash the taste of the past
from my lips.

And so I watch this patch of sun
crawl along my wall until it kisses me.
Giving up on the harsh memories
of frost and rime, I think only
of greenery, the twitter of birds
and the soft kiss of love.

[Lisa Arnold]

Hello Reilley,

I enjoyed reading your poem!

it is very descriptive and rich with lush with imagery...thanks for sharing

Lisa

[Cory Raymond]

Hi Reilley,

I enjoyed this. It's been a long time coming, Spring has. I'm wondering if you noticed the repetition of "beginnings" in the second stanza and of "kiss" references in the last. I don't think there's any law against it, but I think expressing those words with other words might have been a bit more satisfying. Maybe I'm just a nit-picker. Hmm...something to ponder!

Thanks for sharing this. I think you speak for most of us (except those grinches who want winter to go on forever!)

Cory

[Daniel Mark Extrom]

Nice, Reilley! 

Aside from enjoying the reflections on the changing scenes of the seasons, and recalling the callouses that my old arthritic hands developed with shoveling a thousand pounds of snow, I learned some new words here: Aubade, sombre and rime. But I still need to look them up!

I like it!

Dan

[SweetSilverBird]

Dear Reilley. ah! We are feeling the wish to start all over again. I say we, because I really felt your poem, deep in my permafrost. What a cool poem.