Ooooooooh, I can feel it coming through the imageries poking here!
Awesome WRite Kate!
I want Spring too~
I can feel it poking through~

WArmest Blessings and HuGs,WArrior Sheeeooxx

You delve right into the nitty gritty and come out with a gem! Love the playful last stanza;-)A pleasure to read, Kate!

Love,
Eileen

I got caught up in more than one image within these lines. Excellant pen Kate

Kate-This is so nice and hey I'm ready for some
spring. Love your visulisations, Always!

How you tanalize us...in our yearnings for Spring...in this lovely
piece of work.
You are top drawer (oh...did I say that before?)
Well, I'll say it again...
You've a gifted pen.

Hugs,
AMF

oh from your lips to God's ears, dear kate, i am so ready for spring

Outstanding performance of "Spring"
Kate~ this imagery and the creative way you spell it out, only enhances my senses more, springing me into another creativity!
I love when this happens!
and I Love this!
Love and Peace~
kimmy~

The sure footed deer, you get spring two weeks before us.
This pome reminds me of a farquarson painting..

Great nature write...thanks for ALL the support and inspiration from you sis!!

Luv Ya!!

Love Tinka

I love the sight of deer running across my path, like hidden phantoms of ancient life.

Kate, you continue to excel in probing the intricacies and delicacies of imagery and motif ... this poem coats the mind with spring's momentum while superimposing it's distant embrace ...

love the muted 'feel' created herein, kate.
well done,
peace,
carolyn

refreshing look of spring

a really nicely done write--

This paints the urgency nature holds back knowing her beauty is sizzling under the surface.
This is beautiful in a winter's way!
Love,
Susan

Dear Kate,

Your words breathed life into that timid pregnant deer. Beautifully written.

Blessings,
Sharon

Now Kate, I'm connecting that "pale bare behind" and the "Ghost of winter past" and enjoying the connection immensely : )...how incredibly clever an end to the delicate images of sensory Spring. Even here in the sunny South, it's below freezing and thoughts of Spring are onn temporary hold. I'm glad you have a jump on the season.In my New England days, we were over run with deer and come Spring, there was nary a needle left on the Yew and buds a precious few. Oh to see this through your eyes! It just makes perfect sense.
Love and Hugs,
Taylor

Great imagery my friend...can't wait for spring to arrive!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Beautiful write kate...Hugsss

Nice imagery but Spring is a bit far away here in the frigid North Eastern U.S.A.

A delightful harbinger of better days, told by that unique tale twisting lass of Old England. No place needs Spring more than does the land of the chilled Kate Burnside!
A delicious and tempting take on change of season. - Bill

OH kate, This is so beautiful you use such wonderful imagery for this one I can hardly wait for Spring. But the Ghost of Winter has been discribed to perfection in your work and gifted pen. Blessings XX Joselyn

Very picturesque, I read this with envy, because I got 6 inches of snow last night, but we still see the dear, your words are graceful, and tranquil, soothing in visions..........pax A

Beautiful visuals, Kate; simply grand poetry! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn. :D

Oh, Kate,

Succinct imagery captures the advent of the growing (hoping) season! Beautifully penned; thank you, you've warmed the place where the ice box used to be, me heart! :)

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.