I hear what seems to be
the sound of sweet laughter
childlike and free,
I find that to my distress
there’s no child or other, no one to confess.
So on about living my life, I go,
the daily grind,
and well worn roads,
taking for granted those oft seen things
that seem to be constant, and never change.
once the snow has melted away,
the cold wet ground, uncovered, but gray,
that sweet quiet laughter
haunts me again,
that brief little whisper of earlier, the same.
I open my eyes
and my heart
as I go
along those habitual pathways I’ve known.
As the raindrops are falling and soaking the ground,
as I travel that path
where the grass has been brown,
though I’ve seen it before,
this season of life,
I often forget all its beauty and light.
My eyes quickly notice a faint tinge of green
where the brown grass of winter
is yielding to spring.
That whisper of laughter returns, loud and clear,
while the earth comes to life,
as it does every year.
Deborah L. Tisch, April 2014.
For the month of April I am joining other writers at Camp NaNoWriMo (campnanowrimo.org). My goal is to write a poem every day. I asked my Facebook friends for some “prompts” and a photographer friend offered the words “whispering green”. This poem was inspired by those words. If you have other prompts you would like to offer please leave them in a comment!