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Sparrows spice an April noon
slice a path through the cedar,
pepper virginal skies,
beaks sprouting with nests.
Wings unzip a tart breeze
rise over pear coloured fields,
the zing and zest of cinnamon feathers
flash beneath budding branches.
Wild garlic stings the moist air,
reeks through lukewarm crevices,
innocent bells on long loopy stems
emerge from pine scented forests.
Snow trickles the mountains
seeps through wildflower meadows,
hooks to the wings of a marsh butterfly
sprinkling a new spring to life.
© by Máire Morrissey-Cummins.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Maire (pronounced Moira) Morrissey Cummins lives in the valley of the mountains in West Cork, Ireland, where she paints watercolors for mindfulness and planted 4-acre garden to keep busy in her next decade. She continues to live close to nature and still publishes haiku, her favorite poetry genre, as well as longer poems, in print and online journals around the world. Maire's art work occasionally adorns the covers of poetry books, and she often sells some at year end, donating the profits to local charities.
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Eiken:
Thank you all :) Blessings from Ireland!!
Posted 04/13/2014 04:39 AM
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Dorcas:
Thanks. We need more spring in our lives, more to look forward to, to graze on.
Posted 04/09/2014 05:40 PM
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Cindy:
lovely images
Posted 04/09/2014 08:34 AM
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ckessler:
Thanks Máire!
I enjoyed this poem. Your words really share the sounds and energy of spring.
Clyde
Posted 04/09/2014 04:44 AM
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