shoes kicked off, to the yard my feet scamper to texture the earth, pale and tepid a clamor beneath soles holds me rapt -- as the steel band’s beat pulses sprightly absorbed in rhythm, I approach purple shoots as they sway in torrents of sunlight “Hiya,” I say. A chortle escapes me as I stoop down to pat urn-shaped heads drums roll as the grape hyacinth take turns to present themselves at great leisure: Florence, Terrence, and Clarence, and Corinth Forrest, Warren, Laurence they announce and without a pause, a medley intone enthralled, I glance ’round and catch the eye of Ma’Hare, who eyes me as if a ghoul she smirks at the strong scent, rounds in her kids, leaves me to placate the batch droning “Come come, kids,” I say with enthusiasm, “it’s too early for this much ado take your ecstasy down a few notches lest that hare returns to chop off heads.” but the group listens not to my reason they sing re this being the right time-- “Not now? It’ll be till next spring,” scolds Warren “and who knows, tone-deaf will be the choir.” to my defense, in comes a chilly wind blows through beams, raises the notes higher so I watch the songs ride waves of sunbeams to land soft atop the tallest tree too tall for Ma’Hares to bother climbing “Grand is life, though brief, transcendental,” Florence, Terrence, Clarence, and Corinth sing; Forrest, and Warren, and Laurence clap they comfort my soul, add grace to my step as I hold my breath and duly notice the healing rhythm of life’s timely earth songs as Sun crosses Equator, going north *** Happy Vernal Equinox Day-- It's officially Spring! *** © 2022 selmamartin.com
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“It was hard not to notice them, so I stooped down to inquire
Selma
Muscari girl, ya’ n ya’ sisters whatcha doin’ in my garden
this early in the year?
We’ve come here to remind you of transitions in a year
to live fully, to live happily, to live loud, until next year.”
~ Yours truly
Happy Vernal Equinox Day and thanks for reading.
I Wish You Miracles.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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So beautiful Selma!
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This one, an updated poem from last year, almost didn’t make it on time for the vernal equinox day I was saving it for. Bluehost fixed me up at the nick of time and now everyone can read it. Words need to be shared to uplift and reunite us with our essence. Glad you liked it. Oh, and lucky for us, we get a holiday in honor of the equinox. Cool, right? methinkso. I bless you: get your spring on!
the pleasure is mine. Thanks for reading my words. Blessings. xo
Love your photo. I don’t have spring flowers yet, trying to get wildflowers to grow. Yes…. transitions…
What a pretty poem in time and in celebration of spring! I love the raw earth feels and moments of connecting simply with the freshness of nature. <3
Yesss! Happy Equinox and spring!