Shalom Barbara

In a message dated 05.14.03 7:20:58 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:

<< At Last, the Sun

The snow is finally gone,
melting away the piles of dirty rags,
birds sing a cacophony of sharps and flats, [love this line]
flit and chirp along branches bent with cold,
and I at last push open wide
the doors of my chilly house and heart,
to breathe.

Sunshine breaks apart the low hung clouds,
repaints the sky in fresh robin's blue,  [I like robin blue]
cascades through the window, across rumpled bed
to warm hands and face.
I find within its glare,
a happiness and loss of care
missing through the long dark months.

Everything trembles with the need
to sprout...grow, flourish,
take on color and shape,
shades of green and pale, pale pink
hang behind my eyes,  [perhaps delete this line?]
remove the sharp edges
like ivy along the walk.

Basking beneath the sun's warmth
the frozen dead landscape stirs with hope,
all is not lost, for good.

Spring has never failed to comfort me. >>  [I don't think you need this line]

I love the passion of spring in this poem; I might edit to see if every word
is absolutely necessary.

kol tuv, Ryfkah