Awakenings

At dversepoets.com today, Bjorn asks us to write or paint with words of impressionism in art, where the essence of the subject is brought out with light and brush strokes that draw us in. There is a freshness about the art that is easy on the eye and evokes strong emotions.

                                                                                              by Jean Mannheim

Emerging gracefully from 

around a grey corner,

spring arrives at a bleak time,

taking to task for 

not leaving sooner, hail, and
winter's slippery grime

 - where maroon vines of heartache 

now creep,
Spring bliss will line the street

birds trill in concert
with stained glass chimes

Still, hands reach for other hands 

to grasp; arms stretch for 

other arms to hold

Pink snow appears all around;

light plays with slender
beams of gold

White wisps of cotton ridges
dab the sky, breezes nudge
dreamers 

longing for softer days,
to stroll heathered paths

looking for the one thing that 

really matters
Removing her hat to let
sun kindle her cheeks,

she drops easily to the ground,

sensing awakenings 

Braced by one elbow,

she rests on rounded side in
a green grassy lea
 She waits for
flowers
to fill her garden bed 

After all,
Spring is appreciated

No Regrets - Haibun Mon. # 10

dversepoets.com We are taking quotes about cherry blossoms by other authors and using them as a cue to our own Haibun today.

“When cherry blossoms
scatter –
no regrets”  Issa

Cherry blossoms remind me of spring days past, pleasant memories of good tidings and long ago Easters, blue skies, and families together. Standing out are the April showers with rainbows, May baskets, and walking through blossoming cherry orchards. The trek home after we got off the school bus was delayed because we loved playing in the neighbor's huge cherry orchard. The grass was green and tall with pink fallen snow all around. We took high steps through it, sat or lay down among them and day-dreamed, and plucked small twigs of pink and white to wear in our hair. Beyond, the mountains and rivers smiled as light breezes flowed through the gorge valley where we were raised as glass chimes could be heard from nearby porches.

As a burgeoning teen, it had such a positive feel. The future seemed endless, bright and full, as if nothing could ever stand in the way of happiness. I'm still unsure if "happiness" in itself is our goal to achieve in life. When other aspects of life seem to dominate, choke out the feelings of elation, rejuvenation and newness, it is a big challenge to maintain. Routine activities, work and study are necessary in our lives. Then crisis, ills and otherwise bad news follow us all the days of our lives. Anything is possible to happen at anytime 

Instead, we understand and accept that as we strive to experience happiness, it arrives in brief segments, opportune moments of sheer delight that come to us unexpectedly. We savor the small simple joys and make them last as long as possible. We try to view all events with courage, with wishful and hopeful thinking and therefore, positive outcomes. Cherry blossoms symbolize this eternal struggle to smile amidst the grief. 

When life is less bright,

cherry blossoms at your feet

uplift and comfort

Spring's effect on me...or 'giraffe nuzzles'..

                                                                                                                      

Rain on my face saves me -

cucumber grass

cools my soles

 ..evening citrusy air 

hangs

like lacy moss 

on a myrtle tree

- angels walk among us 

in everyday attire

Hearts bleed

for other hearts,

joints swell; bodies 

writhe under 

cascading water, rippling 

along sullen earth

..turning my mind

to the great notion 

........of flying

like a sparrow from 

eaves to the sea

against sunset skies;

filling me up 

with an obsessive desire 

to receive 

close up 

giraffe's nuzzles, 

wet baby kisses -

swim in cool 

coconut milk, drink

lemon tea with bitters 

and taste

the berries of summer...

                                                                         

Tuesday means Open Link Night over at the pub...dversepoets.com.....a lot of poems relative to the season most probably you will find