Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Indigo Awning Blues





The indigo awning of spring’s tardy dawning
Hovers somewhere beyond this placid girth
Where anemic pallor and winter-wind valor
Meander tunelessly over the earth

The keen expectation of sun-spun elation
Is not enough to fling gray clouds awry
But over the pasture drifts lackluster laughter
Of winter’s indolence from spiritless sky

We stoke the fire while somewhere a choir
Of snow-feather angels releases their throng
Indigo awning of spring’s tardy dawning
Hovers somewhere above its cheerless song

© Janet Martin

Yes, it’s snowing again…but now we are at a point in the season where we know it won’t be long…


4 comments:

  1. Oh, those last snowfalls. But have hope! Spring is on its way! Love this poem, which captures the blue tones of late winter so well.

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  2. A fantastic write Janet. And where you live looks gorgeous in the photos you post--snow, rain or shine.

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  3. I love your "lackluster laughter". :)

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  4. Sherry thank-you. Yes! Spring is on the way and your words bring warmth to a day where the sun does not!

    PL. We do live in a nice place;) but I'm tired and long for, instead of white, green grace.

    TUG, we seem to be on a 'lackluster stretch' but your ever-kind words bring a special luster to the bleakness! Thank-you

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