Spring Sonnet

by Annemarie Oldfield

photo by Muffet

Soft raindrops hang from, pool on misty leaves,
New songs of birds mix wild in morning air,
Mud daubers build their nests beneath the eaves,
Aged lilac bushes cluster near the stair.

The irises will bloom bearded and frilled
Though not before the sun has come to stay,
For yet in afternoons the sky is chilled
Old Winter o’r the land still holds his sway
Forsythia alone within the bower,
Her hardy tresses golden through the mist,
Bright promissory notes for future flowers,
Those buds whose open lips the sun will kiss,

We struggle now against cocoons of night
Lost caterpillars waiting to take flight.

Lincoln, NM

Spring 2010 Writer’s Retreat