Late Spring as Usual by Marie Ponsot, poet

Late Spring as Usual

                                                         The vine is moving.

the motion too slow to be visible

but it is racing, racing,

feeling for a way

across the wall of the fence it’s scrawling on,

inches added every day.

Forwarding, sunwarding, it claims its place.

Green states its claim.

It writes the lesson of the day: longing,

longing coming true while arcing

out and up according to the instruction of desire.

Sun-hungry its tip has tilted toward sun-space.

Already it is speeding leaf-notes out of its root

all along the sprigless budless thread

still scribbling the deed of its location.

in two weks or one or four

morning glory.

                                                                    by Marie Ponsot, poet


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3 Responses to Late Spring as Usual by Marie Ponsot, poet

  1. Avatar Mary Beth says:

    Lovely images as we long for spring. Thank you for introducing me to the work of Marie Ponsot.

  2. Marcia,

    Such a beautiful poem with hopes for a spring season this year. Thoughts for warm sunny weather brings so much happiness and helps the body get going early in the morning when I have to get up for work everyday.

    All my love,

  3. Avatar Laura Leever says:

    Lovely . . . and so illustrative. It reminds me of how impatient I was last summer waiting for my morning glories. So much green scribbling, it seemed to take forever for the flowers to appear! Well worth the wait though. Thank you for the post.
    Love you,

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