I
Blowing hot and cold, angry lovers
rush into each others arms, sparking
into existence their lightning filled
children, giants towering over the land.
Cumulonimbus pillars roiling with winds
and voices of thunder deep
shaking the still naked trees, pounding
aprils warming ground with vernal
tantrums and hailstones, cold and blue.
II
All this begatting and begetting
awash in the fundamental forgetting
of winter just passed
and springs just springing.
April’s hallelujah of re-creation intones
warming air saturated in pheromones .
III
Shedding my skin, casting off
the detritus of all winters,
I scrub the windows of my eyes
to reveal what was once true
and what I choose to be truly now.
Marked by a blue streak
across my forehead, tattooed
no more by the past.
With merlin, I grow younger
and declare-
I am spring.
thecourseofourseasons 
Kathleen, I love love this!! Superb my friend. . . I am so very glad its finally spring.
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From my friend Kathleen Everett — on the other side of the Ozark Ridge
Follow her blog — always a great read!
‘Vernal tantrum’! The weather-folk should add that to their weather terms!
I love the feelings of youth you convey in your poem! I am quite ready to shout ‘hallelujah’ too.
Truly when spring comes we are reborn.. A wonderful poem of shedding the grey of winter… Open windows to what’s new.. Soon I’ll be out and meet the spring.
Fab work Kathleen… esp ‘With merlin, I grow younger / and declare- / I am spring.’ Lovely 🙂
this is lovely. i really like the way you ended it.
So many tumultuous affairs here. I feel uplifted by it all.
Wonderful poem. Each verse could stand alone.
Wonderful words, the third especially so. Lovely!
Anna :o]
This is lovely, Kathleen… I especially like the third one.
I just love this, especially that second verse, just magical. Fabulous.
Very rich work Kathleen – I especially enjoyed your finish:
“….Marked by a blue streak
across my forehead, tattooed
no more with the past.
With merlin, I grow younger
and declare-
I am spring.” Terrific and confident stuff… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
Beautiful! You know, in spring I always feel younger… That last stanza says it all. “I am Spring” too at this season of the year. I think we ALL are!
“Cumulonimbus pillars roiling with winds
and voices of thunder deep
shaking the still naked trees, pounding
aprils warming ground with vernal
tantrums and hailstones, cold and blue.”
“With merlin, I grow younger
and declare-
I am spring.”
I love the way you have captured and painted the season with your words. Simply beautiful!
i am spring… very cool. and the growing younger with merlin… a season of new birth… spring is my fav season… and yeah… it’s just springing over here as well… the cherry trees blossoming… i could get high on spring…smiles
begatting and begetting
awash in the fundamental forgetting…ha how fun to say….love the renewal in shedding the skin and washing the windows of the eyes….smiles.