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Saturday, April 14, 2018

Through the Windows of Spring

Athens, Georgia
April 14, 2018

When nights drift through open windows 

and you wake to mornings enveloped in green, 

the world is a nursery with you again 


the grass-stained boy hopping rocks 

by a slow creek that winds through 

the idylls of childhood. Or the lithe girl 


in scruffy jeans clutching a rough trunk 

halfway up the side yard plum 

which thrives on the edge of an unruly lawn. 


The aroma of onion grass spikes the air 

as you weave a bouquet of dandelions 

and skip to a medley of mockingbird tunes.


You wander once more through living woods 

where tangles of jessamine hang from the trees 

and armies of iris encircle the ponds.


You gaze in wonder at street-side weeds 

where scattered arcs of Dove’s-foot flowers 

make lavender galaxies tangled in green. 


And you rest again on a carpet of clover 

woven with tendrils of purple vetch 

in the spell of a flowering dogwood. 


You are the boy now covered in mud, 

the girl with a jessamine necklace. 

You slip through the windows of spring.




6 comments:

  1. Bob, you always manage to capture the essence of the moment or of the half-forgotten memory. May you continue to share your keen insights with the rest of us who lack your ability.

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    1. Thank you, Dick. Your reactions are always generous. I'm not sure how 'keen' I am, but I do spend time wallowing through memory and nature. A privilege of aging.

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  2. The photos are a nice addition, here as well as throughout your blog pages. Were these two taken with your cell phone?

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    1. The photos on this posting are my own iPhone snapshots. Some poems posted in the blog include nice photographs taken by Don Hunter and David Noah. These are always credited.

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  3. As fleeting as youth. Summer comes fast behind. Modern magniloquence. And grand.

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  4. This is a beautiful poem, thanks for sharing. Makes me feel warm despite the ice outside in New England this morning. I miss jessamine...

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