Monday, April 04, 2011

The Living Picture

The pear tree leaning to the window now is robed in bridal white.  The twisted boughs are netted thickly in a mesh of golden light.  And in the foam of creamy flowers, a blackbird dark as ebony --- sits and floods the evening garden with his April melody.

Through the long grey days of winter I have dreamed this dream of Spring.  I have waited for this wonder:  bursting bud and beating wing.  Now I see a living picture at the casement of my room:  throbbing throat and flowering branches; glossy breast and snowy bloom.

~ Patience Strong ~


  1. There's another spring poem I've not remembered. (I see that blogger is being a bugger again.)

  2. This is absolutely beautiful! I've never heard it before but it set my pulse racing. A sure sign that it's my kind of poem...
    Blessings, Debbie

  3. Spring is on the verge of bursting bud here. We had a very warm Saturday (75) and a 33 degree drop in temp today.


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