The spring bubbles forth in the season of spring,
In summer, fall and winter she continues to sing,
In limitless quantities sounding like tinkling bells,
Nature’s maiden bubbles forth casting magic spells,
Bringing with it all the life it can possibly bring,
From deep within the cavern of a mountain well,
Sparkling with morning sunlight truth to tell.
Born of dripping icicles and melting snowflakes,
Among the blessed wonders the Lord God makes.
The spring burbles and babbles like children at play;
Swallows drink freely its nectar the livelong day.
Emerald green pools gather nearby in the park,
Padded with silken moss visited by a lonely lark.
The spring once hidden has emerged into full view,
Announcing the birth of a river known by too few.
It will flow through the landscape like a lost crow,
Searching for its mother thru high water and snow,
Singing psalms that float lightly across the countryside,
To echo softly into the ears of village folk far and wide,
Until it finally runs its course and reaches the sea,
When it merges with waters that proclaim we and Thee.
The double use of the word "spring" is refreshing like the season itself. And your poem flows like the pure waters with wonderful rhyming and description until it hits a couple of snags like the, "lonely lark," and the, "lost crow." I would have much preferred "lovely lark" or something of that order and, "like the flight of the crow." (As the crow flies [straight-line]).
I also think that removing the religious references might even make it better.
Ahhh . . . This poem, John, spells out the pure nature of things. Your words do magnificent justice to the babbling stream of water, explaining to all its travels and ultimate end within the welcoming acceptance of the mighty sea. Fine work.
as an ancient poet once said, " I do explore the sourceless stream: the source might be exhausted but the stream is not. . ." truly, the streams and rivers run into the ocean so devotedly that there is no flowing. I love this piece, especially its closing -- the true painting on the verbal canvas. Cheers, alex
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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Love ya!
Jane
I also think that removing the religious references might even make it better.
Ron