Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Mag 98

                                                                             River, Marina Moevs, 2005

All was very still for a moment, as I knelt
on the exposed shelf of ledge tying a lace.
All the eyes and ears combine their strength
to blend with taste and smell.
They dip and flow out over the water
spreading wings upon wings, to find
light she grows in height and weight;
the cold underneath is in retreat-Spring is on its way.

9 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Ahh... I can't wait for spring!

Suz said...

you described this very well....
how it feels when cold is in retreat...

Brian Miller said...

ah if only it would come...ha...the cold has finally found us here...

Berowne said...

"The cold underneath is in retreat-Spring is on its way."
Wish it were true; happy new year!

Sub-Radar-Mike said...

Beautiful pic, beautiful poem.

Kay said...

beautiful magpie..x

Helen said...

Lovely poem ... for us Spring is a far off fantasy.

Wayne Pitchko said...

I really like your poem....thanks for sharing your words

Lydia said...

Just the most beautiful magpie for just the most beautiful image. I feel refreshed, hopeful.