Tag Archives: spring

Blackbird

The hills have buried the day

in this nondescript dawn. Stillness muffles

even the language of sparrows in the hedge.

The paving stones are damp with dew,

and ivy shakes on the wooden fence.

Blackbird, where is your song?

–Excerpt from “Blackbird” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Wichita Falls Literary and Arts Review.

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After the Solstice

. . . I am drugged with the expectation

of lilacs in bud and robins nesting again

in the eaves. But for now,

the cold is my epiphany,

and darkness my star.

–Excerpt from “After the Solstice” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Flint Hills Review.

After the Solstice

Every day, more light, they say, and yet

sky smothers earth like an old pillow.

Squirrels hide in clumps of leftover leaves.

Trees inscribe eternal winter on the roofs.

–Excerpt from “After the Solstice” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Flint Hills Review.

Hunger

. . . Spring will bring mud

and blossom, meringue

sugaring a cloud of leaves.

–Excerpt from “Hunger” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Cairn.

Cardinal Virtues

On the top branch of the tallest ash

sings a wild strawberry

in the form of a bird —

cheer-cheer-cheer-cheer-cheer-

–excerpt from “Cardinal Virtues” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013). First published in Front Range Review.

From Mud

Light, touch, and early bud

are created anew. The days lengthen

out of the darkness . . . .

–excerpt from “From Mud” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013). First published in Iodine.

The First Day of Spring

. . . Oaks watch the tips of daffodils

making the cracked earth smile.

It has been a cold winter

and I am exhausted by hope . . . .

–excerpt from “The First Day of Spring” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013). First published in Bluestem.