Daffodils remind me that spring will soon return bringing these moments of wonder and awe.
A Moment in Spring
Sometimes there is a moment in spring
When tender shoots of grass
Turn an achingly innocent green
And flowers swirl wild and blue.
Birdsong brightens the soft, southern breeze
Honeyed by fruit-hinted blossoms,
While sun and shadow dance a light show
Through clouds heavy with new rain.
At that one moment, the flood of spring
Crushes the pale breath from my chest
And spins my mind into a muted daze,
Stunned by the shimmering grace.
I yearn to capture it, control it,
Make it mine . . . but then it’s gone;
Passed on to another moment in time,
Leaving me shaking with a need unfilled,
Knowing I can only wait and watch
For that next moment in spring.
(c) Joyce Wycoff, 2021
Sometimes there is a moment in spring
When tender shoots of grass
Turn an achingly innocent green
And flowers swirl wild and blue.
Birdsong brightens the soft, southern breeze
Honeyed by fruit-hinted blossoms,
While sun and shadow dance a light show
Through clouds heavy with new rain.
At that one moment, the flood of spring
Crushes the pale breath from my chest
And spins my mind into a muted daze,
Stunned by the shimmering grace.
I yearn to capture it, control it,
Make it mine . . . but then it’s gone;
Passed on to another moment in time,
Leaving me shaking with a need unfilled,
Knowing I can only wait and watch
For that next moment in spring.
(c) Joyce Wycoff, 2021
