Poem of the Week: Spirit Song

by Brenda Layman
Central Ohio Branch

 

Nature does not sigh for loss

In littered leaves and soil

She keeps her own ones

Birthed in Spring’s warm blood

Fed on Summer’s bounty

Curled in fur, huddled in holes

Each day light lengthens, shadows bend

And rush before the wind

That breathes tomorrow’s promise

Underneath her quilt of gray and brown

Blanketed with snow

Seeds are sleeping

Soon to wake, as their parents once awoke

Softly green unfurl

Into her world of sun and rain

And everlasting life

 

Comments

  1. http://Rose%20Ann%20Kalister says

    Rose Ann Kalister

    I love Spirit Song Brenda! The images are so apt and beautiful, conveying the awakening and promising hope.

  2. http://Deb%20Anderson says

    Wonderful images in your poem, Brenda DMA

  3. http://Dr.%20Sunny%20Zank says

    Brenda – Lovely poem.

  4. http://Calder%20Lowe says

    Spirit Song takes my breath away.

  5. http://Barb%20Whitmarsh says

    A SWEET PIECE, VERY TOUCHING.
    THANKS FOR SHARING.

  6. http://Dorothy%20Kamm says

    Beautiful imagery.

  7. http://Sara%20Etgen-Baker says

    I appreciate how you captured the unfolding of the seasons. Thanks!