Stroll, Linger, Waken. (an Ode-to-Spring poem)


Linger, I love the word

Linger, and

Strolling,  how I wish to stroll,

To walk at a leisurely pace,

To amble and pause

Listening for birdsong, catching


Of wet earth aside the sun-dappled



So, this balmy fresh day,

I embark upon a stroll,


Over crocuses under trees

Lining walkways with their dashes

Of colour in the greens

Pushing through the brown

Of listless scrabbled ground

Wakening after winter.


5 Comments on “Stroll, Linger, Waken. (an Ode-to-Spring poem)”

  1. wartica says:

    I totally agree; saw a slew of these green plants on my hike today:)) Great post and I look forward to sharing more with you:))

    • lily2u1 says:

      Thank you kindly, wartica. Thank you for stopping by.
      A hike! Ah, good for you. A springtime hike has to be one of the most cleansing of things, don’t you think?


  2. irfriske says:

    Excellent! I appreciate your meanderings.

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