Wednesday, March 13, 2013

RESURRECTION

Renewal resounds from
the hills and hollows,
spring kept her promise.
Robins flock to the poplars,

swoop over my yard
like a tapestry, whoosh
to the pond echoing
with frogs. Newborn calves

frolic in fields dotted
with daffodils planted
by a pioneer woman
decades ago beside

the Hyatt Mill Creek
gushing from the Matheson Cove.
Clay dirt calls my name,
time to sow vegetable seeds.

Tulips spring forth from
earth’s tomb. The chains
of darkness broken—
a place to renew faith.
--Brenda Kay Ledford

12 comments:

Carol Kilgore said...

Beautiful poem. I can smell spring in the air!

Maple Lane said...

Hello to you! A lovely poem. I am beginning to see signs of spring everywhere. Hope you and your Mother are doing well.
Thank you for your kind comment. We had hoped to relocate around Clarkesville but there just aren't any houses suitable for our needs.
I'll keep you posted.
Wishing you a wonderful evening.

Daisy said...

This is lovely, Brenda.

"daffodils planted
by a pioneer woman
decades ago"

That is my favorite part. I like that connection to folks long ago and thinking about someone planting a flower bulb that still brings us joy today.

Susie Swanson said...

You have welcomed spring so nice with this poem Brenda.. I love it and the signs of spring's rebirth.. I can hardly wait..

Dorothy said...

That's a very nice description of Spring! On our way to church on Sundays we travel the Natchez Trace Parkway and see lots of places where some pioneer woman planted jonquils long ago. Two of the spots cover a large area and are quite spectacular!

Janet, said...

Beautiful Brenda. I'm patiently waiting for spring.

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

Really, really lovely words Brenda!

I hope you are doing well!

Paula said...

This was so beautiful, Brenda~ I love the part about "the chains of darkness are broken...".
When I was little my grandmother would say about spring, "everything is waking up!"

Betsy Adams said...

Beautiful poem, Brenda... Cannot believe that Easter is almost here. It's early this year... Hopefully the weather will warm up some before then. We don't have any Tulips blooming yet --but our Daffodils are beginning to bloom....

Hugs,
Betsy

lil red hen said...

Can't wait for spring and colorful flowers. I like the part "daffodils planted by a pioneer woman decades ago". As we drive along country roads we can always tell where an old homestead was because of the daffodils. I'm wondering if they are blooming around the yard where I grew up; how I'd love to see them.

Rana W. said...

Hi Brenda,

Your poetry is always uplifting.

I am reading Nancy Simpson's poetry book today "Living above the Frost Line".
I have read this book three times already.

I hope to read your new poetry book "Beckoning" soon too.
You are a great poet and writer.

I am writing too. I have written a lot, sent out a lot. I hope to participate in the contest for adult poetry in Clay County for this year. I am growing as a writer and poet, and reading your poetry is so inspirational.

Keep doing what you do best!

Your friend,
Rana Williams

Eggs In My Pocket said...

Such a beautiful heart touching poem!