Spring is My Step

Now I'm leaping over the threshold 
harrying snow angels, snug, smug and hesitant
with their folded, stone cold
wings. All in a flurry now, my tepid
breath pursuant. And over the threshold
I go, past tree-tops, readying the raucous rooks,
across brown furrowed fields, where bold
pairing hares will make a match, in amity
or pugnacious bouts to claim a foothold.
The earth, in a widening grin of green
is trailing me, over the threshold.

34 thoughts on “Spring is My Step

  1. This is absolutely breathtaking, Laura! I especially admire; “And over the threshold I go, past tree-tops….” I am going with you via imagery 😍😍

  2. I so enjoyed your spring fold, Laura, so full of movement and busyness, as spring is. I love the idea of ‘harrying snow angels, snug, smug and hesitant / with their folded, stone cold / wings’, and the alliteration in ‘readying the raucous rooks’.

  3. Laura, your poem has me smiling with “the earth in its widening grin of green.” Love your battling with the snow angels for the rite/right of Spring. Wonderful poeming ❤

  4. How delightful to read this spring poem. Love that earth’s widening grin of green (wonderful play of words).

  5. Oh, this is now one of my favorite poems of yours, Laura! I love all the motion in this–like read in one breath, exhaled at the end. I can’t even pick out one line because it all runs toward that perfect ending! Outstanding! (Sorry, I got a bit exclamation crazy there.)

  6. The spring in your step translates jauntily in the bounce of your words, the imagery taking us with you in unmitigated joy. Welcome, Spring!! 🙂

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