I step outside my door;
petrichor envelops me…
I breath deep the
fresh-washed air.
Eyes note yesterday’s
naked limbs now half-clothed
in new-leaf camouflage.
The grass stands attention
as sun filters through the
last lingering clouds,
calling reveille.
As the season cycles,
I too, am renewed.
© Ginny Brannan April 2012
and spring rushes down the hill in a horde to plunder the land...smiles...ha, sorry having a bit of fun..was cought up in your lovely imagery...
ReplyDeletesounds like a beautiful and peaceful moment, lost in the spring, lost in the morning...i can feel that..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem of spring...
ReplyDeleteOh, doesn't it all smell so wonderful and fresh after a good soaking too.
ReplyDeleteLoved this, loved the imagery, so perfect with the pic.
nice feel to this piece... I know what you mean
ReplyDeleteAh, beautiful....I love that spring smell...lovely poem... :)
ReplyDeletenaked limbs now half-clothed
ReplyDeleteand you know, I do like the nakedness of winter; how the light wafts in through my windows and brightens everything. But then I love the seclusion the "half-clothed" limbs start to bring back. I guess I just love the seasons. :)
Lovely capture of a Spring morning - though it's late in the season here - we had that kind of day today after yesterday's storms. Well written, I really enjoyed this piece.
ReplyDelete... and thanks for passing the new word along... hadn't heard of it before. There is nothing like the smell of rain and it's aftermath.
ReplyDeleteI love the renewal of "fresh washed air"... what a lovely description. Thanks Ginny!
ReplyDeletespring has a way of cleaning the poet's spirit I am noticing ...your pen is just lovely in this ...truly.
ReplyDeleteWe all are looking, at this time of the year, for that sense of renewal, that there are new possibilities,new worlds to discover. I'm so thankful when that feeling finally comes.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Ginny. Right now eastern New York would be happy for the petrichor sensation. Great word and nice poem.
ReplyDeletespring brings change- hope- positivity- as I was reading the words I found myself inhaling- smelling the fresh leaves and budding blooms...great write ginny
ReplyDeleteOh i love this! Petrichor....I learned something new! I always loved that scent of newly-wet earth. I didn't know it had a name! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteVery nice Ginny. I was driving with the window open today, and thinking it smelled like spring. Love this hopeful poem.
ReplyDeleteoh, i love this, just today i was noticing spring's new green coat, finally putting on a show... and yes, love that word, petrichor... fabulous!
ReplyDeleteWhat a well captured moment. The sense of peace and hope comes through nicely.
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