Sunday, 31 August 2008


Into this clamour of sun
then, let us go
where a chopping wind
makes kindling 
out of any hope of calm.
Hard to think
isn't it 
of new ways to greet
something this green,
this spring that again 
presses? Nothing remains. 
Let us let go then 
of winter with its close dark, 
and sing, like the magnolia
and early plum, let us 
open our veins.

Kay McKenzie Cooke 


Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Wow! What a great poem! This is quite beautiful, a little different style than you usually write.

Is spring coming, or is it wishful thinking? Or a meraphorical renewal?

Roque Soto said...

¡Oh la primavera! cuando aquí comienza a despedirse el verano. Qué belleza la de Nueva Zelanda.

Un cordial saludo desde Galicia

Catherine said...

What a wonderful poem, a fit greeting for the wonderful spring weather we are having.

Kay Cooke said...

Joyce - I can confirm, Soring is here!

Sam - Thanks Sam.

Catherine - Thanks.

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Like a breath of fresh spring air... lovely.

We are just coming into fall here. It always makes me laugh that we talk about our seasons out of season with each other... ;o)

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

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