Spring to Mind
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
Your thoughts weave foliage into feathers
You make leaves fly and give flight hungry roots
Green imagination, winter weathers
From amnesiac ice, your jade thought shoots
Spring has a fecund, feral, funny mind
Its dreams are daring and delirious
Lusty, it lunges for the quarters hind
Eager to sire forms mysterious
Never doubt, deride or disrespect spring
Life, limber and libidinal, loves it
Each syllable, it fills with fresh meaning
Fatigue and melancholy can't touch it
Each egg in its warm nest is a new world
Its emerald wings ache to be unfurled
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (5)
Love the rich greenness of this, D.J.! Not familiar with this artwork, such a pretty piece!
Beautifully written, D.J. Well done, indeed.
As gorgeous and sexy as spring itself, well done!
D.J., this is sterling work. Spring feels like a lusty satyr in this sonnet. Deftly done!
"Each syllable, it fills with fresh meaning Fatigue and melancholy can't touch it" I especially loved those lines!