THE FIRST OF SPRING, a poem by Myra Schneider from “Persephone in Finsbury Park”

English Poet Myra Schneider at her 80th Birthday celebration and the launch of her 12th collection

English Poet Myra Schneider at her 80th Birthday celebration and the launch of her 12th collection

for Anne Cluysenaar

A honey sun, the cease of gnawing wind
so we seize the day, unleash ourselves
in the country park, gaze at flowers inscribed To Dad

lying on a bench. They summon a huge bee
to their pink and yellow freesia bells. Dreamily,
I too enter the nectar-laden chambers and feed.

Turning away, we follow the droghte of March track
to the water garden where snowdrops are fading,
daffodils are on the brink of opening

and expectation’s in bloom on naked trees.
Welters of lily stalks in the darks of a pond
are tangles of umbilical cords. Beyond the garden,

beyond the singing of birds is a lake which glitters
as if it’s a source of light. We sit down
on a wicker seat and there you are breathing

in the budding warmth, freed from the last
of October now and that distressed message
you sent before your life was snatched.

You’re stooping over a small plant, stroking
its leaves, tracking the hover-rise of a damsel-fly,
smiling as you follow all the riverlets.

– Myra Schneider

The First of Spring is taken from Myra’s twelfth poetry collection, Persephone in Finsbury Park, which was published last month by Second Light Publications.  It is available  from poet Anne Stewart’s p f poetry site. The site is set up with PayPal, so it works well if you are making a purchase from outside of England. I haven’t read the collection yet, but Myra never disappoints.

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Myra’s poem and photograph© Myra Schneider, All rights reserved; published here with the permission of the author; book cover art, Second Light Publications