Springtime in Russia
The six-month winter miraculously
segues into a psychedelic fever
of blossoming apple trees
and awakening white birches
as white-fronted geese
flock along an endless sky
painted robin’s-egg blue.
Outside the city garden plots
become reacquainted
with agrarian hands skilled
from generation’s past
furiously planting and artfully
nurturing all that is necessary
to survive the next winter.
‘Springtime in Russia’ youtube video
january two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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I feel like witnessing the beauty of that springtime, what a wonderful piece.
Thank you for sharing my friend.
Warm regards,
mei
thank you so much. i hope one day to visit myself. jw
Glorious, especially the imagery in the first stanza!
Thank you so much, Jan. And for making me smile. 😉
Eloquent, and encouraging. The words chosen in this piece came off to me as very fragile and warm and maybe even sweet. “white-fronted” was new to me. A lovely piece!
thank you so much for your encouraging words. i’m elated knowing you enjoyed this one.