Spring Violets

My Tribute to the poet, William Jay Smith, an American poet. Spring and the flowers with the sound of birds. "Did anything ever sing to Emily and Charlotte on the moors above Haworth?"--E. Welty~

Spring Violets

The white and purple violets I left last night on the patio,

To the best of my knowledge, are out there still,

And will be there until I remove them or they die.

 

And will be there as long as I think that I

Can throw the sliding doors open on our world,

A touch of the violet color in the tail of my eyes;

 

As long as I think I see, past the Maple leaves green-growing,

Cars and trucks moving down our street, ever flowing,

Fulfillment is in the thoughts so ongoing,

 

Fulfillment in the sight upon sight responding,

To the sound of the sound of small birds flying by,

In life as life gives, and in death as it arrives.

            J. E. Cook ©2017

Author's Note

Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Josie. I did enjoy your work today. I hope you are enjoying the days of Spring. Here in Michigan. Finally some warm days.
Coyote

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Yes it is here too!
TY!

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm glad too.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Lyrical and lovely. Vivid imagery. Enjoyed this!

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

THANK YOU, Annette for your words!