There was ice on the garden at the beginning of the week. Today, there are snowdrops and crocuses. And honeybees! The bud scales have dropped off the apple trees and the lilacs are beginning to open. I can walk to the mailbox without a coat and I’ve had the curtains drawn wide all day. I’m even considering opening the storm windows and letting in some fresh air.
The sheer suddenness of spring never fails to astonish me! I feel like dancing!
there is purple in the garden wine-dark lips kissing the sky and tiny argent pearls demurely bowing to the sun heart skips in delight at these vernal promises no matter the tally of those kept in years past we are always as young as the first slender flower of springtide
In other springy news, the Wednesday Word Poetry Contest for April 2022 is up and running on All Poetry. Entries will be accepted until 27 April (in spite of the deadline given on the page… site bug only allows two weeks… have to edit it every other week to extend it longer… for, say, a month… oi.)
©Elizabeth Anker 2022