Interlude...

 (As the moon rose, the fiery ocean in the western sky tinted the east creating a pink-blush moon-rise simultaneously with a flaming sunset; breath-taking, with silence so intense you could hear it!)


Winter has gathered its garments and fled

Gone is its frigid sugar-coated bed

The earth waits in limbo now, caught between

The glamor of crystal and verdant green

In muted stillness the dull landscape waits

While promise trembles beneath earthen gates

Its corridor primed for spring’s grand rebirth

Its lips parted wide to drink heavens mirth

Do you hear a prelude teasing the air?

Tickling the bud and earth's leathery stare

Do you hear the laughter of wee lads and lasses?

Splashing like raindrops on emerald grasses

Solemn beauty weaves a brief interlude

Of spring-tide restrained and winter subdued

Before nature's tiptoe breaks into full run

In showers of flowers and golden sun

© Janet Martin