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Perfume
In the brief interlude between the last deep frost and the first leafing out of the trees, the gentle breeze is laden with the heady perfume of spring. It banishes all memories of the cold, dark winter that seemed so endless not so long ago. Each tiny zephyr carries hope, trust, and anticipation of more warm and sunny days to come.
The spring breeze evokes a unique sentiment, a primeval stirring, a sweet reawakening that reconfirms our belief that the world is a kind and gentle place. Every brightly colored bird and every tiny, bold flower it touches rekindles the childlike joy that spring brings to our lives.
The spring breeze sparks an emotion that has no name. By the time we begin to recognize this feeling and try to label it, as humans so dearly want to do, the marvelous perfume is spent, and will not return until next year. Let’s hope the mystery is never solved. Enjoy it now, while we can.
I just had to revisit this
I just had to revisit this one again before calling it a night. Even on a second reading, the poem is just as intense, just as evocative. The three greatest poets I have read/studied---Wallace Stevens, TS Eliot, and [Ambassador] Denis Devlin---have not written of spring the way you have.
Starward
Wow, coming from your
Wow, coming from your roadside signs poem to this is a huge difference. this is one of the finerst evocations of spring that I have ever read, and I have been reading poems since the Spring (yes, it was spring, no kidding) of 1973. I remember a later spring of my first year at college (1977), when I got outdoors more because there were no parents to ask me where i was going, or to tell me why i did not need to go. So just walking around the campus, seeing the green starting to emerge, smelling that eternal fragrance you describe so well, and seeing the girls eagerly removing their shoes in anticipation of late spring's coming warmth---you have revived all of that for me in this reading, and I am very grateful. In my opinon, this is an excellent poem.
Starward
Uniquely Said
"...the first leafing out of the trees..." I love spring too. ~allets~
Very pleasant.
Very pleasant.