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for Nell
Can you believe it?
Palm Sunday snow showers
christening daylilies,
crocuses,
forsythia in blazing
yellow.
Soon, the blush of crepe myrtle,
the splash of azalea blossoms,
bursts of tulips,
all the beauty to be
born again.
As these flakes
bless the indifferent ground
for tender bulbs,
for wild onion, for clover,
the tiniest of pale buds
on the fingertips of the river birch
will begin looking
for you.
When this long drab darkness
is forgotten
and the world calls,
when spring
comes for
you
once again,
what could you call it
but wonderful?
© by David E. Poston.
Used with the author’s permission.
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David E. Poston is a writer, runner, and retired teacher who lives in Gastonia, North Carolina. His poetry has appeared in a number of journals and anthologies, and his essays, fiction, and book reviews have been widely published as well. He is an at-large board member of the North Carolina Poetry Society, a former editor of Kakalak, a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee, and has received numerous awards for his work. David's most recent publication is a poetry collection, Letting Go (Fernwood Press, 2026). Learn more about him at http://www.pw.org/content/david_e_poston.
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transitions:
Yes-and each year more wonderful!
Posted 04/30/2014 05:26 PM
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Buckner14:
"As these flakes
bless the indifferent ground "--My favorite lines, both because of the blessing and because of the description of the ground as "indifferent." Rich with meaning!
Posted 04/13/2014 08:23 PM
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Jo:
When spring comes for you...beautiful and poignant poem David.
Thank you.
Posted 04/13/2014 12:31 PM
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Donna Pflueger:
David, your poem is simply, hauntingly beautiful. I was especially touched by your line...the tiniest of pale buds
on the fingertips of the river birch
will begin looking for you... Thank you.
Posted 04/13/2014 09:50 AM
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paula:
What a wonderful idea that Bearers of Distance will benefit the Boston Marathon victims, especially now as we approach the first anniversary of that sad event.
Posted 04/13/2014 08:44 AM
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rksanders@charter.net:
"when spring comes for you"--my favorite part, too.
Posted 04/13/2014 07:05 AM
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Larry Schug:
Fine, fine poem. Fortunate Nell.
Posted 04/13/2014 06:33 AM
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Eiken:
Spring, amen :)
Posted 04/13/2014 04:36 AM
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rtaylor947@aol.com:
Beautiful poem, David. My favorite part is "when spring comes for you."
Posted 04/12/2014 11:23 PM
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