on spring’s threshold,
every plant imagines itself green,
I admire their brown
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: That brief time before the leaves open has its own beauty, when the brown of stem, stalk and trunk is shining.
I went to see the 2Cellos play over the weekend. They were a delight — funny, talented and full of joy.
Happy Poetry Friday! Thanks to Karen Edmisten for hosting!
27 thoughts on “Spring’s Threshold”
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AND..IN TIME..THE GREEN COMES AROUND! 🙂
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Excited for the greening. 🙂
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Me too—Our daffodils in front of our building are very near bursting forth! 🙂
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It is still very brown here–I love that your poem admires that (even while I am with the plants, imagining green.)
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There something so elegant about a tree in bud, a glistening brown doe of a tree.
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Perfect, as usual! You say so much in just a few short words.
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Thanks, Kiesha!
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Wow Brenda, 2Cellos is fantastic! You know browns and greens go together– I like them both and your poem and striking sunlit image!
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I thought they were so charming. Loved the concert.
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On the threshold of green is exactly where we are in PA. Maine is a bit behind here. But still a threshold, and indeed it is really it’s own special time!
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Yes, it’s long unfolding amid the lengthening days is always welcome to me.
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Lovely poem, Brenda. I know everyone likes a tree full of leaves, but I am waiting patiently for the red buds on our trees. To me, the budding is the most beautiful.
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Especially a cherry tree in bud. Such gorgeous color.
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Yes! This is it exactly, and there is that tang in the air of change coming.
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Yes, it’s so welcome!
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Yes! That’s exactly right! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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🙂
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Gorgeous photo and poem. We’re on spring’s threshold here too!
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The buds are getting ready to burst.
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I love the contrast, too, Brenda and am happy that you’ve focuses on it. Your picture is lovely, wishing I had such a creek nearby!
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We have great wetlands all around us. I do feel lucky about that.
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Spectacular photo, Brenda. Love how you captured that in between time, that sense of anticipation in your poem.
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Thanks, Jama. I love when the weather turns.
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we are almost there, the ballerinas are about to emerge from behind the curtain –
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Yay! I took pix of tiny flowers yesterday. I’ll have to put them up soon.
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Beautiful and the excitement builds…
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Yes! So much fun waiting.
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