Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Soon


On the old porch we jumped
to the rhythm of water drops,
the tap dance played by Sun’s fingers
on the ancient snow of the roof.

Tip-tip-tap-tip-tap-tip-tip

Two empty jam containers-
red like the strawberries
they once held-
caught it,
one for “tip”, one for “tap”.

And the smell of dried wood
in the almost spring wind,
and the happy twirls of squirrels,
and even the poor snowman,
its smile somewhere at its feet,
all twined their magic notes
into this concert of our hearts.

Tip-tap-tip-tip-tap-tip-tip

Soon the Sun will loose its instrument,
soon it’ll be spring.

24 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

It's a pretty day today, that's for sure.

Aine said...

What an uplifting way to hear the dripping of winter's melt! I will remember this the next time I hear those sounds. This time of year has always been my least favorite, the lack of color, the rise of mud.... So thank you very, very much for this positive spin. The sun's song. :)

Lisa said...

Love it!

Aniket said...

Great painting by Anna (The name on top suggests so). :) The plants on the background look like cute little Wall-Es. :) :)

And almost poetry is almost wonderful... no completely wonderful. Only I can't share the joy of spring. But I share the excitement through and through. Loved it!

Karen said...

This made me smile, Vesper. I can see the dance, the "happy twist" of squirrels, and that snowman with its smile at its feet. Lovely, fun, happy description of winter's melt.

the walking man said...

For the benefit of all concerned there will be a memorial service for the snow man. The service will be held a high noon on Vespers front lawn, swim wear will be the required dress, laughter the proper attitude of condolence.

Vesper said...

Indeed, Charles, and I hope more of the same will follow soon. :-)

Thank you, Aine! Yes, this end of season is so ugly, we must "work" hard to find some cheer within or without... :-)

Thank you, Lisa! :-)

Thank you so much, Aniket! Perpetual summer is not that bad either... :-)

Thank you, Karen, I'm glad you liked it. :-)

Yes, Mark, laughter is definitely the best attitude. :-) :-) :-) (Though, I have a feeling that we haven't seen the last of winter yet...)

BernardL said...

A beautiful Spring thaw, Vesper. :)

jason evans said...

That was wonderfully auditory. And I absolutely loved the snowman's smile at his feet. :)

Marilyn Brant said...

Amen, Vesper!! Indeed, I hope you're right...not that I won't miss the cute snow couple :).

gladehaven said...

I started to decide that I love this poem even before it mentioned squirrels...that sealed it :P

laughingwolf said...

neat way to put it v, thx :)

hit a high of +5 today, down to freezing tonite, then +3 tomorrow

can't wait for those +15 days

Jon M said...

Spring just around the corner! Yippee!

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

You know what I like about this?

Everything!

Frame-able art by Anna. Really special.

Geraldine said...

Oh what a lovely read Vesper! You've lifted my spirits to start the day. Thanks dear.

Hugs, G

Khaled KEM said...

A very nice poem about spring.

I like these lines:

" the smell of dried wood.."
" all twined their magic notes into the concert of our hearts..."

Impressive!

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Vesper, There is a Sisterhood Award waiting for you at OMM. :)

Vesper said...

Thank you, Bernard! :-)

Jason, thank you! It was a special moment, and I felt I had to remember it… :-)

Hopefully, yes, Marilyn…but you never know. :-)

Benjamin, I’m glad you like it! Thank you! :-)

Thank you, LW! It was -7 this morning but, definitely, spring is on its way. :-)

Yippee, Jon! And even more for you! :-) :-) :-)

Oh, Kaye, thank you so much! You’re so sweet! And thank you for the award! :-)

I’m so glad you liked it, Geraldine! Thank you! :-) *many hugs*

Khaled KEM, thank you so much for your kind words! And welcome to my blog! :-)

Sarah Hina said...

I, too, adored the snowman's fallen smile--it made me smile just reading that. :) :)

What a happy thawing, Vesper, to hear it happening all around. The heart will be bathed in sunshine, and sing anew. I believe it!

L.A. Mitchell said...

I knew immediately it was Spring in your poem by the first four lines. I love the image of sun's fingers melting the ancient snow to water.

I hope you have early signs of Spring where you are :)

Little Girl Lost said...

dear vesper,
i have been wondering about your blog ever since i readaniket's poem...
spring is almost over where i live. but your poem took me back to the first few days, that came after months of waiting...
you write magically

thanks for visiting my blog. if you liked it, do become a follower so thatyou'll know when i write next...

colleen said...

Spring a passport. Sun a vacation making maps of freckles on my skin. When I close my eyes I'm there.

I'd like a picture like that for my fridge.

Miladysa said...

I think that should be set to music!

Love the new look too :D

How is your daughter these day Vesper? I hope she has completely recovered x

Vesper said...

Sarah, yes, he’s all gone now, the poor snowman, maybe a rabbit or a squirrel will take away his nose… :-) Thank you for your very kind words!

Spring it is, L.A., thank you! And, yes, we have plenty of signs here in Montreal – the snow’s almost gone, birds are chirping early in the morning, and I saw geese today! :-)

Little Girl Lost, I’m glad you’ve found your way here again. Thank you for your words of appreciation. It’ll be my pleasure to follow your blog. :-)

Colleen, it’s so very nice seeing you again! Spring as a passport into summer – I love this! By all means, if you like the picture, take it. :-)

Miladysa, you’re so kind, thank you! It really was music at the time. As for the look, I wanted something more spring-ish…
Thank you for asking about my daughter. She’s a bit better, but still not fully recovered.