The Spring-scream
Dawn was rising, she was climbing, an ancient pine, a wise old tree.
‘Cause when she woke she knew that Spring was coming,
Spring was hibernating in the air.
With brisk firm moves she climbed the tree,
rejuvinated by the notion
resting in her hearts deep lair.
She filled her lungs with forests life.
She filled herself and then she screamed.
And when she screamed the ice broke from the waterfalls and the rivers flowed again.
When she screamed the birds rose in flocks of thousands, echoing her voice in sweet cacophony.
When she screamed the sun emerged and filled the world with soft, warm light.
When she screamed the snow melted.
When she screamed the flowers bloomed.
And when she screamed every living creature sleeping in the forest woke.
(This was inspired by the filmatisation of Astrid Lindgrens book: Ronja the Robbers daughter.)
Ah, that primal scream, God's firstborn and last.
That scream becomes a lullaby to me.
Thank you Ed. Sweet dreams!
******** New Moon ********
I like it Sara. I never would have associated spring with a scream. But now I do. The world is made up of sound vibrations, after all.
Ed makes a good point. But I reckon that the primal scream is more like a blessed wake up call than a lullaby.
Enjoy this spring with your wonderful smile.
Philip
http://pja64x.stumbleupon.com/
New Moon, indeed Ed.
wow!
Thank you, Phillip! Hello Adriana! Thank you so much for reading my poem.
My love to you.
Sara
Spring-Scream, what a gifted writer you are!
WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL!
So glad you shared the link on Phillips post.
http://www.intent.com/blog/2009/03/19/beauty-spri…
Love,
SpringTime Junnie, Screaming with Spring