Come Spring
Come spring, and all the creeping things come back.
The gnats and flies (of various kinds). The ants
and spiders. And the ladybugs in black
and red. The bees in pollen-gathering pants.
The dragonflies and butterflies, one long
of tongue, the other with its bulbous eyes.
Cicadas with their droning evening song.
And in the night, the wondrous fireflies.
How do you make it through this season? I’m
impressed by your ability to hold
on through the challenges our wintry clime
presents, and to endure the bitter cold
without complaint. And then, by some sublime
arrangement, rise up, colorful and bold.
T. M. Moore is Principal of The Fellowship of Ailbe, a spiritual fellowship in the Celtic Christian tradition. He and his wife and editor, Susie, make their home in the Champlain Valley of Vermont.
This is absolutely delightful, T.M.! And it’s such an original take on what is wonderful about spring. I love your abundant use of enjambment, which perhaps reflects the continuous changes the sonnet describes as taking place. And each time I read about “The bees in pollen-gathering pants”, my smile lasts through the rest of the poem and beyond. Thanks for this great start to the day!
Wonderful. Some great imagery, TM. Must get me some of those pollen-gathering pants.
Thanks for the read
What a beautiful song of a spring poem that fills my heart with hope and the warm sunshine of a brighter future. I particularly like the opening line and the descriptions of the critters. T.M., thank you!
This is the perfect thing to read with my morning cuppa! Absolutely charming. Most poets celebrate the flowers of spring but your poem is a song about its sounds and life.
This is an original poem that delights the senses.
Thank you all very much. You are very kind and encouraging.
The sublte ‘d’ alliteration in the line “Cicadas with their droning evening song” suitably captures the droning effect of their song.
Thanks, Daniel. I looked for one more “d” sound to get in there, and just couldn’t find one.