Last full milky blue moon of winter
sets sail across a white capped sea
Crows cackle and dance and announce Spring's return
On a bare and brown mast Tall branches that tower against the ink stained ocean
The tree's sails rest unfurled on
the rigging
But at a predestined hour and in the proper rhythm
will open to their full green glory
and speed wonder on azure seas
I walk in the mystery of this blue velvet wonder
And shiver in the stillness
My breath white ghosts of fog
that rise and cross the Crow's Moon
As the ship's light journeys me home...
A mesmerizing tale full of spring imagery. I see my rose plants starting to come alive and my grass getting greener by the day. Well done Linda on your spring journey sailing with the winds of the new season.
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on March 27, 2005
A brilliantly conceived, image-filled piece, Linda!
The words fairly rolled around on my tongue, so that
I could almost taste spring!
Thanks for your comments on the manic-depression series,
which I had hoped might help some who were in the same boat
I was a few year's back. Actually, we never get out of that
'boat,' but, with the aid of Meds...the journey is a lot
smoother.
Linda you have done a very superb job in writing this eloquent poem of the birth of spring. and I agree with everyone else too. If the cackling of crows means that spring is coming, then let them cackle away (giggles). Thnx for giving us a glimpse into your thoughts. This is deep, poetic, and colorful. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, (((HUGS))), and a very Happy Easter, Barbie
What a splendid, mystical portal to cross, in a soft, velvety flight, and feel the Crow's shades become the milky ones of the Moon... as they do, when each cycle is complete and thus begins once more.
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
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The words fairly rolled around on my tongue, so that
I could almost taste spring!
Thanks for your comments on the manic-depression series,
which I had hoped might help some who were in the same boat
I was a few year's back. Actually, we never get out of that
'boat,' but, with the aid of Meds...the journey is a lot
smoother.
Yes, 'tis one gorgeous ode to Spring ... excellent!!
Happy Easter,
Robert
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Melikes that!!
Love Tinka
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
What a marvelous Ode to Spring, Linda!