Spring poems

[ferine]

Spring song

Singing liquid notes
In the green bud tree
A willow warbler
Welcomes the sun on the old wall
Its song melts away
The long grey winter
Sing of sweet hope
Let no late frost
Stop its trilling throat.

Copyright e-poems.org 1999

(for Watchingwolf):
Not far, now

Shake the distant rain from your hair,
Smile at my openheart door,
Set your foot inside...
My shy eyes drink you in,
My hearth is for you

Put your shoes here -
Let my hands cup yours...
All the cells in my body awaited you.
I hum like the bowerbird,
Weaving hope in the wilderness
I made you up a bed of tender love

Put distance behind you -
Share breath,
Share all our living rhythms
Enter, and be home.

© e-poems.org 2000