Slip Jig Spring
The brook claps over the tumbled rock bed
applauding the Spring thaw
like a gaggle of Irish revelers;
setting the man high marsh grass
to dance a slip jig in the bonnie breeze.
Returning Canadian geese chorus overhead
saluting the rippling waves
in the slate gray pond.
The white undersides of their wings mimicking
the flashing and snapping of the white caps on the lake.
Blodeuwedd, Flower Face;
returns with a fiddlers bow.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment