Spring Melt

The wind tells me

there's snow on the grey hills

behind the misty morning fog

it's brisk and ever so fresh

out where the mountain daisies are pushing up from the crags.

Close your eyes,

listen;

there's wind in the snow in the crags on the mountains

calling,

past the ocean's divide

past the Canterbury plains

up the perilous slopes -

to the top of the world

where spring

struggles

against the wind and the snow in the crags on the mountains -

listen well

before spring dies

in the warm winds

of change.

A.J. Ponder

It's been a busy week.  Lots of writing.  Lots of walking out by the waterfront and feeling spring in the air.  Of course it's always nice to the mountain peaks of the South island, especially when there's a bit of snow on them - but that isn't always possible.  Even so - I can see them in my mind's eye - calling out across the harbour.  I hope everybody is enjoying the change of season.  

For more poetry why not check out the Tuesday blog here - and its fantastic blog roll on the side bar.  So many wonderful poems.   So many awesome writers - it's always such a joy to drop by and see what they've all been up to. 

A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores