The fading shine bright
16 April 2016
When the bird chirps soft
Spring softer makes its way through
Flurry of gardens
Within the bosom mellow
Sunshine smiles hummed melodies
The nests are now built
Every strand a tireless flight
Parents made myriads
The hands that ironed now rest
Bright uniforms hanging prim
Rows of birds gather
Their beaks keen tools of language
Yellow orange flare
Women and children converse
Recommendations for school
Birds fly high in skies
Aerial exercise of grace
Coordinated
Mothers watch babies’ movements
Their eyes warm support system
A woodpecker cries
Its nest’s entrance occupied
By bees’ colonies
Livelihood created wiped
New livelihood emerges
Flowers bloom silent
Resplendent colours gushing
The fading shine bright
I watch harmony within
Losing all yet having all
Reading of the poem:
Farewell – Tan Dun & Yo Yo Ma
Lovely imagery; the cycle of life; setting free what one loves
Thank you Derrick. I guess to love is to free within and without. Constraints are always born out of fear and where there is real love there can be no fear
You’ve captured a great image here. Love how you go from reality to the metaphorical
Thank you Marissa 🙂
beyond lovely!
Thank you so much for your kind words.
my pleasure!
Beautiful
Thank you Sarah 🙂
Of course!
This season gives rebirth to natures beauty and life, just as your words here do. Have a lovely weekend Geetha ღ
Thank you Mark. I pray for new life and inner beauty for all of us. Have a lovely weekend too and be well ❤️
You are welcome Geetha…Be well ღ
Thank you my friend 🙂
Song of spring and hope, beautiful.
Thank you Pranab 🙂
Refreshing to see a series of Tanka here instead ☺️ just like the beginning of the new season. Loving the picture too, soft purple colours – my favourite. Beautiful, Geetha, hope you have been well. ❤️
Thank you Annie. Yes I was warped into Shadorma world but then spring got me back in Senryu amd Tanka mode 😀 been well thanks and hope you too. Don’t overdose on work 🙂
You’re welcome, Geetha! Yes these forms could be addictive and make you forget about others ☺️ Work will pick up again this week… I am riding the tide. Have a restful weekend my dear. ❤️
You enjoy the weekend too my friend
The beauty of spring. It’s makes us hopeful. The last line of this poem is truly poignant. Stunning imagery as always.
Thank you Tosha. Yes, spring always makes us hopeful. It represents new beginnings. The fool comes out of Mother Earth’s womb of darkness into the light