Jamaican Poetry: Spring by Denise N. Fyffe

Spring

By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2015, Denise N. Fyffe

Blossoms o’er and above the hill
A sign that nature’s heart yet beats stronger still
Four months basked in a cloak of white
Viking trees once starving orphans, exposed to the winters banshee cries;

Now the sun kisses each baby leaves eye
Limbs outstretched waving to the noon day sky
Opening their skirts, doing a samba dance with the wind
Shielding weeds, moss and fragile creeping life still;

A guardian to the most stunning kaleidoscope
Each day welcomes new friends filled with promise and hope
Little visitors scurry storing nuts and fruits
Angelic voices soar over the valley in threes and twos;

Blossoms o’er and above the hill
A sign that nature’s heart yet beats stronger still.

Advertisements

3 comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s