Echoes of Spring

Oak trees morn of lost souls gone

gathered around the empty lot

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House and family where life was vibrant

now lost to time in the early dawn

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But dark of winter has lost its hold

Earth warms // February’s gold grows brighter

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White lion of spring loosens earth’s grasp

Bursting bulbs challenging winter’s cold…

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As every spring the Narcissus bloom

resurrecting memories of the past

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Golden echoes of a happy home

And flowers gone too soon

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Merril gave us a Daffodil prompt. From a list of names for daffodil varieties and asked us to use at least three or more  in a poem of our choosing. I decided to write about an empty lot along the road where a house once stood. In the early spring daffodils still come up and bloom at the site.

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I Am Here!

          One never hides his face when reaching the summit of a mountain. The long and arduous journey, up the treacherous rock face, challenges all that we have within us. Reaching the top, we see the grand vista below.

It calls for us to cry out, “I’m here!!” “I made it to the top!”

And, as we pause, we hear the echo of our voice, reverberating from the distant valley,

“I am here! …am here!” .. am here!”

“I made it to the top! …the top … the top”

          As I reflect on D. Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, at the Lincoln Memorial, I see the same thing happening.

          Maya Angelou described it this way,

“The Rock cries out to us today,
You may stand upon me,
But do not hide your face.”

We still hear those echoes today! “I’m here……”
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At d‘Verse today, we are writing prose. Frank asked us to write a piece of only 144 words reflecting on and including the quote from Maya Angelou. Today is Martin Luther King Day in the US.
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