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RHAPSODY OF SPRING by Carolyn Riker

The mornings come sooner and daylight lasts longer…

It’s the first hint of spring. Songbirds chortle and squirrels scurry to celebrate. Nesting has begun. The wee tree frogs sing and the owls hoot a mating lullaby. The air smells mild with a hint of warmth. The sun evaporates the cold and casts a knitted sweater adorned with rosebuds as I walk my small garden. Snowdrops and crocuses then daffodils, tulips and hyacinths burst through the slumbering sodden soil. It’s like a perpetual symphony. I get dizzy with delight. The lead up is exhilarating as I take note of the incredible beauty as nature unfolds in its humble way.


Rhapsody of Spring
by Carolyn Riker

The buds unfurl
blushingly
into warmer days
winter’s sleepy hand
ruffles spring’s tendrils
a flirtatious giggle
spring sparkles in the dew
she gives winter a bouquet
of violets
and weaves her crown of gold
frosty edges meet
a sultry creation
rhapsody of the earth
shaking stardust
birthing
anew
~



Carolyn Riker M.A., LMHC is a counselor, teacher, writer and poet. She’s been a regular columnist for Rebelle Society and prior to that several years at Elephant Journal. A collection of her work is available on her blog, Magic of Stardust and Words. Her poetry and prose has been featured in three books:  Journey of the Heart: An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry by Women. Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry and Best of Rebelle Society, Volume I: Celebrating the Art of Being AliveBetween sips of coffee or tea and navigating life, Carolyn leads journal writing workshops, tutoring and has a private counseling practice. Additionally, she just published her first collection of poetry and prose, Blue Clouds, and is now working on an anthology with BethAnne Kaparnsky Wright. Carolyn can be reached via her e-mail address carolynra7@hotmail.com or on facebook here.  


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  1. I love the whole of this and especially the flirtation between winter and spring. As always, so beautiful, Carolyn.

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