"The trout will not answer you, any more than the cardinal"
What a beautiful, peaceful poem. Thank you for sharing your work. You are a very talented artist.
This poem feels like standing at the edge of March and sensing the world shifting in ways you can’t quite touch yet.
There’s a softness in the way it asks us to wait, to let the light and the thaw happen without rushing them.
I love how the early signs of spring are treated like something fragile, almost secret.
The animals the trout, the cardinal, the fox kits all remind us that nature wakes on its own schedule.
The deer moving through the fields like a passing shadow is such a quiet, haunting image.
It captures that moment when everything is in motion, even if it still looks frozen from a distance.
There’s a mix of beauty and unease here, like the season is stretching but not fully awake.
You can feel the restlessness in the air, the sense that something is happening just out of sight.
It’s a gentle reminder that early spring isn’t tame it’s wild, unpredictable, alive.
And beneath it all is a warning: don’t trust the calm; the world is already changing.
Love nature poetry. I should write more of it.
What a beautiful, peaceful poem. Thank you for sharing your work. You are a very talented artist.
This poem feels like standing at the edge of March and sensing the world shifting in ways you can’t quite touch yet.
There’s a softness in the way it asks us to wait, to let the light and the thaw happen without rushing them.
I love how the early signs of spring are treated like something fragile, almost secret.
The animals the trout, the cardinal, the fox kits all remind us that nature wakes on its own schedule.
The deer moving through the fields like a passing shadow is such a quiet, haunting image.
It captures that moment when everything is in motion, even if it still looks frozen from a distance.
There’s a mix of beauty and unease here, like the season is stretching but not fully awake.
You can feel the restlessness in the air, the sense that something is happening just out of sight.
It’s a gentle reminder that early spring isn’t tame it’s wild, unpredictable, alive.
And beneath it all is a warning: don’t trust the calm; the world is already changing.
Love nature poetry. I should write more of it.