Pasque Flowers: a poem

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Easter, Pasque flowers, risen Christ, spring

Soon, it will be spring,
When from cold earth rises fingers
Toward the sun.
Frost will melt;
Warmth will be felt.
And with Easter, the risen Son.

~

photo and poem by S.A. Bort

Sing The Montane Spring: a poem

First hummingbird arrived today,

tomorrow the first of May.

Hummingbird hearts, amazingly, beat the fastest.

Forecast of snow for overnight

near nine-thousand feet of height.

Our springs seem unschooled dismissing a guest.

~

A quilt of snow now graces the ground,

this year’s “Aprill” gone to the devil’s hound.

Snow melts—”shoures sote” and wildflowers sure to follow,

purple-robed, yellow-stamined pasque flowers first to rise.

Easter prayers, for weeks now, empowering spirit-sewn skies.

Winter’s heart beats slow yet will find it’s sorrow.

~

Cerulean waters and rich earth of green

from the spheres beyond are all that’s seen—

a lonely planet without fiery flames, like the sun.

Rocky heights here and depths of marsh,

from there must seem absurdly harsh—

yet bounded our shores be, lusted over, perennially won.

~

by S.A. Bort

photo by S.A. Bort / 1 May 2013