in a slow reveal
the promise of spring is closer to being realized
branches stand clad in nubs soon to be buds
sparrows and starlings cling to fine branches like leaves that ought to be
time stands ready this season on this trip around the sun
will you be here to welcome the delicate white blooms of the pear tree?
will they enjoy the gentle flicker
in the spring breeze without your fleeting gaze?
it is a slow reveal
For dVerse Poets Pub where the focus is on “Turns” in a poem
MTB: Middles & Turns
My mom is at home on hospice care. Her independence has been dealt a blow. Dementia reared its ugly head but, she forges on. At times she drifts.
in talks with long gone kin
peers across dimension
without much intension
a slip in time..
For dVerse Poets Pub where it is quadrille night. Our host asks us to write a 44 word poem with the use of the word “go”. I used “gone”.
To read or join in go here https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/22/goinggoinggone-poeming/