Early spring

Gardening: What are the effects of early spring weather? - The Morning Call



Life just gets worse and nothing happens
Disadvantages contest tree buds.
Fear ceases to exist
I fall into the shiny twigs
A nest I do not rest.
I am not scared of the death
That awaits me.
I was looking forward to the journey
Until I remembered love. 
My greatest insecurity, rests on this.
Yes, it does hurt when buds burst.
Why else would we hesitate?
In springtime bounded with the bitter cold
The bud that slept all winter.
Trembled with anxiety heavy with foretelling the drop clings to the twig,
swells, slides — down.
I am always uncertain, scared, divided,
as to destination.
It’s hard to feel the depth of winter’s pull and cold I am.
Sometimes, I sit still and just tremble
I want to fall, but know I shouldn’t. 
Sometimes, my deficiencies cheer me up
Now, I seek redemption on the tree’s buds
A glitter on a twig that drops — a tiny splash
Makes a mark




◄ Vergissmeinnicht (Forget-me-not)

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Fri 26th Mar 2021 23:54

Your poems are a gift to this broken world. I hope it gives you some solace to know you inspire us. Write on my friend. 🙏❤️

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John Marks

Fri 26th Mar 2021 21:38

My pleasure, my dear friend, I am tired. My poems are wearing me out. But as I write, I come to know myself, a little. All my blessings for you Keith. J

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keith jeffries

Fri 26th Mar 2021 21:32

" I was looking forward to the journey Until I remembered love. My greatest insecurity rests on this". A poem which resonates the vulnerability of the inner self. Love is our only solace. The yardstick by which we can measure the worth of our lives.

John, thank you for this

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