April’s burst slumbers yet
in today’s plaid of sticks
weaving the sky; dry skins
sway in March breeze.
Woven with grey/pink/white,
tall coats frame ratty fields;
their windbreak blanket shields
tender green roots.
Chickadees, blue jays hop;
flutter bright spots among
uncolored page — unsung
Spring yet to-be.
Abhanga form
Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says:
This week, share the view outside your window by writing a poem in syllabic form. If you write a freestyle form, please add a syllabic form to your post. Have fun!
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Lovely! Great song choice, haven’t listened to that one in many Springs!
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Thank you, Randy. I thought of it after finishing the poem and think it fits well.
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Great picture you paint here Lisa – hang on spring is definitely poking her face around the corner 😊
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Thanks, AJ, I’m trying.
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Outstanding imagery Lisa! Even the birds are confused!
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Balroop, thank you very much ❤
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“Plaid of sticks” is an amazing image.
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Thank you, Boz 🙂
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It does look like it’s percolating. (K)
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Yes, I’m definitely ready for Spring and milder temperatures! That said, this past winter here in lovely central New Jersey was pretty mild.
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Really nice Lisa… I like Chickadees, blue jays hop…I’m so looking forward to Spring
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I got up this morning to …… snow, that is now covering the ground. Just saw a robin out there also 😦
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Oh geez! I think it’s going to be warm here!
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Happy for you!
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LOL…I wasn’t being a smart aleck promise
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:p
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p.s. Thank you
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Such a vividly painted scene Li
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Sadje, thank you. It was kind of sunny yesterday. This morning snow again 😦
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You’re welcome! Spring will come soon. 🌷🌷🌷
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❤
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A perfect description for the early spring drabness, sprinkled with the colours of the birds.
I love the first stanza, especially: in today’s plaid of sticks
weaving the sky
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Thanks much, Dale!
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My pleasure, Lisa.
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This looks just like my view! LOL! I can see the green seeping through the grasses. These Abhanga made my day!! 💛
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Colleen, thanks much.
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You’re welcome, Lisa.
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I love that final image, uncoloured page-unsung spring yet-to-be. Winter does leach all the colour out of the world.
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Thanks much, Jane! That was my favorite part also.
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xxx
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Even without the photo, I can so picture everything from this poem. Beautiful!
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Luanne, many thanks 🙂
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You are welcome!
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Wonderful poem, Lisa! I love the imagery you created!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thank you, Yvette!
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“Spring yet to-be.” That’s lovely, Li. 🙂
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Thank you, Kitty 🙂
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A vivid poem filled with the promise of spring. Lovely, Lisa!
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Thanks much, Cheryl. Still waiting…
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The plaid of winter… The various tartans of the seasons.
A very cool concept. I read somewhere that the oldest tartan might have been found …
“New research suggests a piece of fabric found in the Scottish Highlands in the early 1980s is the oldest surviving tartan, likely dating to the 16th century.”
The field you portray looks like the tartan could have been found there 😉
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Now how cool is that 🙂 Thanks for the lovely comment, Jules.
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