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Drink it in —
sloping shadows of the sun
skim the placid surface of the lake,
like the long-legged, blue heron.
Embrace the warm blowing winds,
that throw dust into somersaults
before the big storm arrives —
humid air caressing skin with warmth.
Allow the scent of green
to wake you up to the day —
freshly cut blades of dew-kissed grass
and that sharp, honest sting of earth.
Listen closely to the music of the trees.
Each branch offers a different, feathered soloist.
While filling your head with love —
the air fills with waves of song.
After pulling off the cloak of winter,
you deserve this.
Drink it in.
From The Lava Storyteller (Red Mare Press,2013).
Used with the author’s permission.
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Cristina M. R. Norcross is the author of nine poetry collections and the editor of the online poetry journal, Blue Heron Review. Her most recent collection is The Sound of a Collective Pulse (Kelsay Books, 2021). During the pandemic, Cristina taught herself how to knit scarves, and has made one for almost every member of her extended family. She is thankful that long walks by the lake, where she lives in southeast Wisconsin, have replaced going to the gym. The natural world finds its way into much of Cristina's writing. Learn more about her at www.cristinanorcross.com.
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paula:
I'm anxious to get into the honest scent of earth. A lovely poem after a long winter.
Posted 03/31/2014 07:09 AM
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rhonasheridan:
I loved the dusty somersaults very evocative. Loved it
Posted 03/30/2014 12:51 PM
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Richard Greene:
Without winter there'd be no spring.
Posted 03/30/2014 12:09 PM
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KevinArnold:
Lovely. Drink it in.
Posted 03/30/2014 10:55 AM
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rnordstrom:
Very nice, Cristina--now if we could only experience this soon.
Posted 03/30/2014 09:15 AM
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rksanders@charter.net:
Yes, Cristina!Thank you for this lovely gift of a poem.
Posted 03/30/2014 07:03 AM
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