Friday, March 22, 2013

Waiting for miracles.

In these parts, wild
rivers cross county
and state lines
laugh wildly across
property lines
knowing only
the restraints of
weather and time.

The Elk, the Sixes,
the Smith
the Rogue all
jump fences and
spill into meadows
at this time
growing bolder
with  each snow
mounting knolls
and drowning moles.

lamblets will leave
their mothers
a foot behind each day
their legs
and young grass
rivers leave  behind.


ellen abbott said...


Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMotte said...

Yes, each spring feels like a miraculous event. You have worded it so well.

Helen said...

Lovely poetry, Rosaria.

Brian Miller said...

ah looking forward to those signs of spring....let the rivers to hear their music...and watch the little life always inspires me...

That Janie Girl said...


yaya said...

All over blog land my friends are awaiting Spring...unless they are lucky to live where it's warm and the flowers always bloom! You said it so sweetly with your poem...I'm enjoying seeing tiny bits of seasonal change here in Ohio. Next week I'll be in Oregon and hoping for a bit warmer weather! For now, snow's heading our way..dang it!

Hilary said...

I'm very anxious for spring also. May it bring smiles your way.

the walking man said...

Rosaria soon can not be soon enough. Sproing needs to lose it's "o"

Maggie May said...

Our weather is much too cold for the time of year.
I feel that Spring has been badly delayed.
Hope yours is more normal.
Maggie x

Nuts in May

Amanda Summer said...

'laugh wildly across property lines'

what a brilliant image - i can see the river jumping and spitting madly, with none of the constraints and concerns which plague us boundaried humans.

LindyLouMac said...

What lovely words you have written Rosaria. Thankyou so much for your thoughts and greetings, your support is so much appreciated.

RNSANE said...

A beautiful poem, Rosaria, for this Easter season. I've been shivering nonstop since I got home from India. Of course, returning to Mumbai June 1, I'll soon be complaining about the heat - and the mosquitoes.

Rob-bear said...

Yes, it does seem like spring. I'm out of hibernation, and looking at the world. And my, what a wonderful eye you have for things spring-like and care-free.

Blessings and Bear hugs!

NitWit1 said...

Spring seems to want to be jere in my neck of the woods but the temperatures and 3" of snow in N.Arkansas keeping me homebound, are dashing my hopes, but Easter IS Sunday. I have not seen any dogwoods in bloom but have heard a report of one. It is a local story that dogwoods bloom by Easter in Arkansas.

troutbirder said...

Exactly. Thrus the drudge of winter and aging bones and minds,we sat in the son a little today and though on the miracle of life and the rebirth of spirits. Thanks God...:)

Vagabonde said...

I read the lyrics of a song by Steven C. Chapman that I did not know but it made me think about you.

Spring is Coming –
We planted the seed while the tears of our grief soaked the ground
The sky lost its sun, and the world lost its green to lifeless brown
Now the chilling wind has turned the earth hard as stone
And silently seed rise beneath ice and snow
And my heart's heavy now
But I'm not letting go of this hope I have that tells me Spring is coming,
Spring is coming
And all we've been hoping and longing for soon will appear
Spring is coming, Spring is coming
It won't be long now, it's just about here.