I see green in the early Springtime sunshine:
golden green
the sky is whispering the trees awake
out of Winter slumber
stirrings to life are all around
and in my heart
a hidden world of wonder
between, beneath
below and under
everything
a current of pure love
bursting
out of every branch and bough
alive
alight
awakening
with sacred words
to welcome in the Spring
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Written for earthweal
Brendan explains in his challenge that:
This week, earthweal is a sanctum of green fire. Tells us about wildness in your world and what makes it sacred.
He points out that ‘The aesthetic response to wildness is poetry as prayer.’ This is more of a prayer or exhalation than a skilfully-developed poem on my part, with the limited time I have at present. But, to answer one of the prompt questions, for me at least, poetry most definitely is prayer.
Wow, what a beautiful to describe the arrival of spring. Indeed! Spring is always a great relief, my charming Ingrid. 😊
Thank you Lamittan! Glad you enjoyed 🙏
A lovely homage to spring. 👍
Thanks Hobbo!
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So beautiful! “Golden green” is such a good description, the sun really does spread its magic in the morning!
Thank you Tricia 🥰
This is gorgeous, Ingrid!
I don’t think we’ll be seeing spring here for awhile. 😅
Thanks Merril: I’m trying to coax it out 😅
I hope it works!🤣
Golden green sounds gorgeous, Ingrid!❤️
I think it is! Thanks Punam 🥰
You are so welcome. 🥰
I am looking forward to spring so this poem awakens some lovely memories of waiting to see one’s green visions slowly come to life!
Thank you Jaya 😊
Amen to this!
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Beautiful images of spring and inspiring affirmations of happiness! <3 Lovely poem, Ingrid!
Thank you, Cheryl: glad you enjoyed ❤️
Such a beautiful poem and imagery to welcome spring dear Ingrid! 💖💖👏👏👏
It’s just around the corner! So I keep telling myself as I continue to freeze my a** off 🤣🥶❤️
A nurturing and inspiring poem to start the week. ✨
Thank you, Michele! Glad you found it so 😊
I can feel the sap rising…as Merril noted, we’ve got a ways to go here before we can feel spring. (K)
Beautiful, Ingrid. I love, “alive, alight, awakening” Is awesome. ☺️
Thank you, Jeff: I do like alliteration 😊
You’re welcome, Ingrid. Indeed. ☺️
Spring is awakening green fire — “a current of pure love / bursting / out of every branch and bough / alive” — and embracing it with the heart is the surest prayer of all. Amen!
Thanks Brendan!
This is the way I feel too, with the increased daylight and green things starting to poke up. A miracle that occurs each year feeling like the first time.
Indeed it does, Sherry, thank you!
A beautiful awakening of earth and heart, Ingrid.
Thank you Hedgewitch!
“the sky is whispering the trees awake” and then they accept the love, alive and ripe! Green fire is there for us to join in. Mighty fine poetry.
Thank you Susan 😊
Ah spring we love you!
We surely do!
This feels like a poem truly from the heart – wonderfully expressed and observed.
Thank you Marion 😊