Before the Dark Call

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Dare I raise my young, taut head

when winter still slinks round, pounce-ready—sneaky like that?

There is sun and wind and water and will,

and my face yearns to breathe it all in.

Dare I expose my defenseless self

when life is short-lived, petals weary—fragile like that?

There is wood and sap and strength and stretch,

and I can’t help but drink it in before the dark call—

the long fall that cuts my splendor short.

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About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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9 Responses to Before the Dark Call

  1. reinkat says:

    I love the poem especially!

  2. dorannrule says:

    Spring! I can’t wait. I saw one little daffodil blooming today and it made me smile. Like that one daffodil, your photos are inspiring and your poetry is too.

    • Considering we just had snow a couple of days ago, it is amazingly busy in my yard (and neighbor’s) in a springy kind of way. The hummingbirds are busy, busy, and the mockingbirds have taken to owning the tree right by my lilacs, and he just sings and sings and sings! Must be love. 🙂

  3. superb poem! honest feelings, humble yet sublime message… 🙂 i hope i’s be able to write about nature and self that way, one day… thanks for the visit, ms. Lily. kindly say hello to the spring that’s aborning on your side of town. warm regards… 🙂 ~san

  4. “i’ll.” so sorry, ma’am. my bad… 🙂

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