Iminent spring
Aug. 13th, 2012 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapeofthingsSunlight, almost-warm against the winter air, glows through wing and tail
As seagulls curl and drop into the inky depths, rippling out the mirror finish:
Sun-shot, they look angelic til they open mouths in raucous riot.
Green fingers nudge the sleepy earth, unfurling hint of blossom;
Early risers, jonquils, whisper promise to drowsy bees, and
The daffodils wag their heavy buds in mock condemnation.
Still the fire cracks and hisses heat against the evening chill and
Mornings dress with shining veil of frost or dew, bare branches spangled
To greet the sun that rises slightly higher with each new salutation.
As seagulls curl and drop into the inky depths, rippling out the mirror finish:
Sun-shot, they look angelic til they open mouths in raucous riot.
Green fingers nudge the sleepy earth, unfurling hint of blossom;
Early risers, jonquils, whisper promise to drowsy bees, and
The daffodils wag their heavy buds in mock condemnation.
Still the fire cracks and hisses heat against the evening chill and
Mornings dress with shining veil of frost or dew, bare branches spangled
To greet the sun that rises slightly higher with each new salutation.
