Birds return to the valley
crossing the sky, filling the trees.
The winter storm has passed
and though the rain continues
something has changed.
The slowly swelling branches
of the plum trees stretch out,
drinking in the cool air
as the earth awakens
to bird song.
painting by Eilish Hynes
Excellent….as always!
Yes, I’ve felt my personal cycle change, too – one storm passed, another forecast, but underneath the unstable weather, a quickening. Thanks, Don!
Grandpa always noticed the signs of nature – the birds – my name Pinson in french is “little bird”. When I go out of my abode into nature, I remember the songs of spring. Even the false springs.
~ The Lovely & Loving Cycles of The Mother ~ Thank You ~ 💞💞💞 ~
Lovely, Don. With the blue sky this morning in Victoria, and the crocus coming up from beds recently heavy with snow, I concur!
Your wonderful poem expresses exactly what is occurring here on Whidbey Island! So lovely, Don!
The wonderful, dependable cycles of life itself!
Just now Sunday, the sky darkens and the temperature dips toward -8F. Maybe these Golden Willows envy your swelling Plums. Nevertheless, they know their cycles better than I.
Indeed, something has changed! Great poem Don. Thank you.
Wonderful! I can smell and hear the Spring coming in your wonderful poem.
The life process continues and we are delighted………lovely poem, Don, thank you!