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The Awakening

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Winter winds now lie at rest
As baby sprouts peek from the earth
To finally see earth’s new birth
And birds begin to build their nests

Contemplating winter's gloom
Of deadened limb and shadows dark
Waiting life will soon embark
Escaping from this darkened tomb

As the trees bring forth new leaves
A safe haven for nesting birds
Remembering a poets’ words
Of the loveliness of the trees

Much that winter holds within
Pretending not to let us share
Awaits the scent of flowers fair
Naure’s creatures, lives to begin


Dee Garner
© April 22, 2008



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  • Yemassee gold member
    October 14, 2008

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    I thought I hit reply but I came here instead, and lo and behold, I never commented on this one. Shame on me!

    It's of course very lovely. I so wait every year for the million miles of snow to melt and for the early flowers to show their heads, and of course around mid May when the new leaves fill in nicely...oh my, I so hate this coming winter.

    "Remembering a poets’ words
    Of the loveliness of the trees"

    Which of course reminds me of Joyce Kilmer's poem,"Trees" which begins:

    I think that I shall never see
    A poem lovely as a tree.

    A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
    Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

    etc.


    • catz Moderators member
      October 15, 2008
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      Thank you, Yem for such a meaningful and observent comment. Joyce Kilmer's poem, "Trees" is actually what first got me interested in writing poetry, through a 6th grade assignment. I even wrote a poem about it... you can find it at http://allpoetry.com/poem/93683 if you'd like to read it.

      Dee


  • stavykm gold member
    August 1, 2008

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    So Beautiful

    Oh Sis the beauty within the words of your poem here. The imagery, the flow, the reality and wisdom holds so true to winter and spring season's of life in nature and to poetic expressions. Excellent. The picture is beautiful too. Thank you for sharing with me always.
    Much Love
    Your Sis
    Kelle Marie


  • Kathleen a Nazarene
    July 21, 2008

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    Ah...so fragrant!

    This is simply wonderful. So full of visual depictions & depth. Perfect flow, timing & rhyming! A primo ode to the birth of Spring. of a trophy. Hope you get one soon!


  • Blushfulmoon silver member
    June 8, 2008

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    excellent~

    Yes indeedy
    Winter is now indeed at rest...
    Thank heavens I thought warm weather would never get here now I am too hot...can't be satisfied..but love this poem you have penned here...
    Beautiful sis....
    I am trying hard to catch up but seems I keep running behind instead of ahead....
    Hope all is well with you
    This is perfection
    Hugs n love
    Your sis
    Susan~~~


  • Silent Cougar Moderators member
    June 7, 2008

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    This is a cracker Dee, one that I appreciate a lot regarding nature, Mother Earth's cycle. Seasons give us so much to view, and it is when time is taken to sit in awe of all that surrounds us, that we begin to share the beauty hidden and on show. Patience pays us dividends if we just stop, look and listen. Thanks for sharing your thoughts here.


  • Mari Goes gold member
    May 23, 2008

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    It's wonderful when we see colour coming up from cold corners. The first Spring flowers always make me smile. The living sign that dark days soon will be over, it's like dissipating gray clouds.
    This poem of yours is lovely, in sight and sound.
    Soft flow and rhymes.
    Perfect to the Spring mood

    Mari


  • individuality gold member
    April 23, 2008

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    ah yes, spring is here now, i can have the window open and not feel like shivering the budgies in the trees outside are happy in their lot and flowers wave at the sun's smile, and the fresh rain given too a good poem.

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