Today, I feel a gentle touch of renewed hope circulating in the air The noon-day sun is shining and the birds are flying in a cloudless sky. I hear a cardinal's song in the distance. It has been too long since I have heard bird songs. My heart flutters feather light.
Two bald eagles swoop in from the north circling overhead. They seem to float on wings of grace. I wonder, are they mates? Gazing heavenward, they shift direction and soar over the tall pines.
I think spring, this year's a different thing. I'll not think of you, broken dreams. Instead, I will plant seeds of possibilities in the days and weeks ahead. Rejoicing when the tulips and daffodils are in bloom. Spring will sing a lifting song, thawing winter’s melancholic mood.
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write a piece of Prosery using the
following line in the Prose.
“This year’s a different thing, –
I’ll not think of you.”
from from Charlotte Mew, "I So Like Spring"
Peace, light and love to all!!
I am all for a new season, I'm not sure I want a new one, perhaps a longer spring as generally they are finishing up here in April.
ReplyDeleteI am ready for spring. Today, it was warm and it felt like spring. Next week it could snow. Perhaps, it is time to stop thinking about dreams that have died and plant new ones. Sigh..
DeleteBeautiful prose, welcoming the season of colors and new hope!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Yes, spring is full of color and fresh blooms.
DeleteBirds and their songs always lift my mood, and they are a sure sign that winter is giving way to spring. Renewed hope and new possibilities indeed.
ReplyDeleteMe too Kim, I always enjoy listening to birdsongs.
DeleteThis story is filled with hope and life and i luv it.
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
Thank you Gillena!
DeleteLots of seeds of possibilities!
ReplyDeleteLife is filled with possibilities.
DeleteBeautiful and full of hope. I think spring brings that sense of possibility.
ReplyDeleteWe have crocuses and the birds are beginning to sing--and mate. Lovely! Thank you.
There are no flowers growing here yet. Hopefully, spring will bring renewed energy. Thank you for your comment.
DeleteThere are so many things to think about positively in your prose, perhaps starting again won't be so difficult.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, it is difficult to let go! The heart beats to its own drum.
DeleteMay those seeds of possibilities grow a wonderful harvest.
ReplyDeleteThank you, seeds of hope and healing.
DeleteA beautiful and hopeful poem, Truedessa! It would be wonderful to see a pair of bald eagles circling overhead!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dwight, it was a marvelous sight to behold.
DeleteWhat a purrfect poem of Spring's rebirth.
ReplyDelete"My heart flutters feather light." Wonderful line, love how the birds lift your heart in flight. Wonderful last line also, Truedessa. Very cool about the eagles also.
ReplyDeleteSpring will sing a lifting song,
ReplyDeletethawing winter’s melancholic mood.
Beautiful close, True! You certainly have a way with words
Hank