Fresh Etchings

Nature has engraved the woods
with all the signs of spring.
She’s left her mark on tiny buds,
on blossom and the songbird’s wing.
She’s greening trees and hedges,
singing as she springs.
Nature’s taken drops of sun and signed
her name on everything.

Kim M. Russell, 24th March 2025

This Monday, I’m hosting over at the dVerse Poets Pub with the Quadrille – and the word is ‘engrave’.

56 thoughts on “Fresh Etchings

  1. I feel immersed in spring’s “greening” splendor, with all the resonant imagery and the internal alliteration in the poem lending a wonderful birdsong of its own. So beautiful, Kim.

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