I, who have been yellow with a clinging
cold this brown winter, feel a color cure
building from the ground up. Purple crocus
survive a lingering snow, mouths open
wide in lacy white on a green background.
All of us inhale the promise of spring.
Naked trees breathe, too, with their wet grey twigs
swaying lacy in a cloudless blue sky.
I am happy for a long moment, a cure
of another hue, as I imagine how someone could
paint this moment, how I might feel colors
swirl away both sickness and sorrow.
For my prompt "Colors Passing Through" at What's Going On?
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Sigh. This is lovely. I adore the photos - a glimpse of your life on the other side of the continent. And I feel, too, the heartlift, of the first tentative spring blooms, which is happening here too. Such joy as they arive and we look orward to one more spring. So, too, do I resonate with the sickness and sorrow in your closing lines, both of which I live with daily.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is a breath of fresh air, a glimpse of the promise of spring, a re-brightening of the world, our spirits. It is good at last to look forward to the colors of spring and all that spring represents.
ReplyDeleteThe poem has such a healing vibe. I love its all inclusive nature from brown winter to the promise of spring. This poem is a song of life. "Naked trees breathe, too, with their wet grey twigs / swaying lacy in a cloudless blue sky." Love this.
ReplyDeleteThe power of nature to heal - colors / swirl away both sickness and sorrow. - your poem describes the possibility of good things... wellness...
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of a colour cure, Susan! I needed one last week, a terrible week, and brown winter has just brought me further down. I love purple crocuses and the image of their ‘mouths open wide in lacy white on a green background’ made me smile. I bought a pot of narcissi this afternoon to give myself a spring boost!
ReplyDeleteYou speak of "color cure" what a wonderful idea!! Thank you for this poem!! annell
ReplyDeleteI love the healing theme through this - as the colour of nature heals the soul. Well Done
ReplyDeleteI join the well-deserved chorus a delightFULL poem of colorful healing. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteSorrow and sickness given some respite thanks to the colours of Spring
ReplyDelete"All of us inhale the promise of spring." --- A deep breath of it in this beautifully swirled poem. May its colors dilute the pain of sickness and sorrow with its promise. 💛
ReplyDelete"Color Cure" What an inspired and apt title for this gentle poem of healing.
ReplyDeleteSpring is such an uplifting time of the year. The sudden bursts of colour warm the heart. I love the idea of this spring bringing healing to many troubled hearts and minds. Suzanne - Wordpress blog - Wayfaring.
ReplyDeleteI like this, a color cure. Nothing like that first crocus popping through the ground. We linger over it, pondering the miracle of color.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, and such a perfect title
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, a color of cure!! Just what the doctor ordered!! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteannell