Written in White
A pear tree drapes herself in white lace,
Blushing behind clouds as she slips on her garter,
Preparing to renew vows to Spring.
A hard mint winter is finished
She trembling in breeze, gown billowing,
Cloud curtain parting, morning sizzling.
Colored birds fire up their instruments,
Singing fluted emotional melodies,
Let the bride be the envy of nature
Let the bride dance and be desired
And she waltzes in wind, scattering fragrance and lace,
Luring all to her fiesta,
Earth sighing, breathing and remembering,
The yearly celebration.
And Spring, giddy as ever, sprinkles guests with flower cake
And rich vanilla ice cream promises,
Of more to come.
But he saves the best for her,
Ringing lavender tulips beneath her skirt
A wedding band of promise,
Which melts cold winter limbs,
Now written in white.
About Dorraine
A Southern Missouri native, Dorraine Darden was raised on land which bordered the Mark Twain National Forest. She has worked in forestry and taught ballroom dancing. She lives in Texas with her husband and three children.
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Dorraine’s Favorite Books
The October Country Look Homeward Angel Boone A Sudden Country A Map Of The World The Poison Wood Bible East of Eden
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Oh and Ahhh
Dorraine,
You're a woman after my own heart.
I'm enamored with this poem; I've read it three times so far. It's a captivating, lilting reminder of our own, and nature's renewal each spring.
This time of year there's a surprise party, celebratory atmosphere when we see the perennial crowns poke up through the soil in the garden.
Thank you for sharing this poem.
Jules
Spring always blooms poetry
Spring always blooms poetry for me. Must be that surprise party you mentioned. So pleased you enjoyed it, Jules, and thanks for the pretty comment. :-)
Dorraine,
this is lovely and full of regeneration and hope. I try never to miss your poetry. It is so much better than stuff I read on the featured pages of the Poetry Society, which is quite matter of fact and seems to me like inconsequential prose.
Maybe, I'm missing vital clues. Or maybe they're just not communicating to genuine readers. Only to the academic world.
Academic. Just that.
From my experience of Red Room, American poets are streets ahead of the British.
Hope you'll feel inspired again soon.
Rosy
Hi Rosy!
Great to hear from you. Appreciate your kind words regarding my work. Considering I've never studied poetry, other than reading plenty of favorites, it means so much. I was shy about posting at first, not knowing how well it would be received, but I got over that and people seem to enjoy them.
Let those academic types have their stuffy, cold lines, Rosy. I like to read and write warm words with breath and bloom. And certainly poetry that people don't have to unravel but get right away. If I've done that, I'm happy indeed. :-)
Breath and bloom...
You've done it, Dorraine. And your lovely poem creates happiness within your readers. We become a part of the celebration and want to dance with joy with the bride and groom.
This is a lovely,beautiful
This is a lovely,beautiful poem which shows your inner beauty too.
Happiness
Thank you, Sue! Sometimes all we need is a fine dance. :-)
Beauty
I had no idea the poem did all that, Jitu! I feel like my slip is showing.:-) Just kidding. What you said was lovely. Thank you.
lovely and true.
lovely and true.