Monday, May 18, 2009


Rich rainy years spring
dances in verdant, lush
croaking toads, flashing fire flies,
spreading brilliant quilt of
bluebonnets, wine cups,
Indian paint brush, dewberries.

Drought dry years spring
limps in, depleted, dull
yellow green, absent toad
chorus, firefly lanterns
sparcely dotted with sturdy
daisies, prickly poppies.

Every year, in drought
or quenching rain,
dancing or limping,
rich or struggling.
abundant or depleted,
Spring returns.

Victoria Hendricks, May 17, 2009


Mary said...

Excellent poem..and yes, no matter what goes on with nature or with life, it is always wonderful to realize that spring will and DOES return.

Judy Roney said...

This is an incredible poem full of visions of spring in every form. This is a real prize and a reminder that life goes on and spring keeps coming, even if it's not the same.

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