By
the window,
lapping
up the sun,
I
read Rossetti’s, “The First Spring Day,”
and
leaned my head against the pane
as
if to become one
with
blush blossoms
sprouting
from the tree
and
our neighbor’s sign
in
bright yellow, pink and green: hello
spring.
Spring: Florence Nightingale’s
cool
kiss on the fevered brow of humanity.
Oh
blow, swing your lamp—
your
breath, meadowsweet,
your
step, light, in our cimmerian war.
© 2020 Jennifer Wagner
Hope
you all are well. ~Love, Jen
“The First Spring Day” by Christina Rossetti
Spring is a cool kiss on our fevered brow.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely--a gentle sigh of a poem full of wonderful imagery. Swing your lamp indeed.
ReplyDeleteSuch a gentle poem, Jennifer. I can imagine you sitting by the window, reading Rossetti’s ‘The First Spring Day’ – perfect for a morning of ‘blush blossoms / sprouting from the tree’. I love the thought of spring as ‘Florence Nightingale’s cool kiss on the fevered brow of humanity’.
ReplyDeleteTwo poems for one (I didn't know the Rosetti, so thank you).
ReplyDeleteIt's so nice to read something uplifting and encouraging! Thank you for such a beautiful poem, it brightened my day.
ReplyDeleteIt is timely that Spring arrives as a glimmer of hope in the midst of darkness. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful poem. I especially love "your breath meadowsweet".
ReplyDeleteI love the way you describe spring still coming and how we can still enjoy it from inside... a cool kiss is what we all need (and i don't mind getting it from spring)
ReplyDeleteStunning lines specially the ending:
ReplyDeleteOh blow, swing your lamp—
your breath, meadowsweet,
your step, light, in our cimmerian war.
Hope you are well Jennifer.
Gentle and beautiful. I hope you and your family are well and safe.
ReplyDeleteSuch grace and serenity in this! It's beautiful--be safe and well!
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