As already mentioned in my previous poetry posts, after many many years, I've once again turned my hand to trying to craft poetry. This in a large part has been motivated by the various themes on BlueSky that mix poetry with photography. For example, #ImageAndVerse or #PaintByWords. Both encourage you to write your own poems matched with one of your own images. With that in mind here is are even more of my most recent attempts.

Spring

Spring

As winter trails away
to where, I cannot guess or say,
you, little bird, will no longer suffer frozen branches,
nor the snow-covered ground.

The seed will become abundant,
the insects fecund,
and the days grow longer,
with the warmth you will feel again.

As nature stirs from its torpor,
life will spring anew
to fill the world with the colours
and the scents of new blooms.

You, little bird, will you find a mate,
build a nest, lay eggs,
raise a brood, bring new life
to sing loud and long?

As winter trails away
now, little bird, is the time to begin
for you do not have long
until winter storms back in!
 

Ascent

Ascent
To the highest point, we can climb.
Over rock and shale,
Bearing heat and hail,
Through forest and glade,
Under sunlight and shade.
Our hearts will pound,
Our breath run short.
But the scenes we will share—
Oh, the vistas we will behold!
The wide world whole,
With narrow visions expanded.
 

Can I Fly?

Can I Fly?
With legs powering
Relentless velocity
With arms pistoning
Forward propulsion
With each step
Driving momentum
Can I fly?
 

Stairs

Stairs

Up the stairs!
Up the stairs!
Such a breathless chore to perform.
But now I'm old,
It's coming down that's the fear.

While age shall not weary the dead,
I still draw breath
Such that in my autumnal years,
My balance has fatigued
And descent can be the test.