poetry by j matthew waters

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.

january two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “Springtime in Russia

  1. I feel like witnessing the beauty of that springtime, what a wonderful piece.
    Thank you for sharing my friend.

    Warm regards,

  2. Glorious, especially the imagery in the first stanza!

  3. sophiajournals on said:

    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!

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