Day 30 (the last day)

Challenge: For this last poem, end on a note of hope.

A Taste

The cedar dances again
waking the maple 
whose leaves give off 
an invisible hiss 

breaking free
from winter’s bare skin in
red tufts that unfurl
at the speed of light

while pregnant clouds
hang over
promising baptism
and the grass
beautiful uncut hair

lies lush and waiting
for mounds of tight 
daffodil to add yellow glee
to the scene

now a rabbit leaps in 
to nibble the stumps 
of stubborn bushes
and I tap this out

in the same spirit 
of natural joy 
capturing a taste 
of renewal

feeling myself melt 
just a bit
into the earth’s yearning 
its delicious hope

One thought on “Day 30 (the last day)

  1. Beautiful = your words that flow onto the page

    Inspired = your commitment to 30 days of poetry

    Real/gritty = your lens on the world

    Well done Laurie!

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