Jamaican Poetry: Spring

Blossoms o’er and above the hill
A sign that nature’s heart yet beats stronger still
Four months basked in a cloak of white
Viking trees once starving orphans, exposed to the winters banshee cries;

Denise N. Fyffe

By: Denise defy Fyffe.
Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise Fyffe

Blossoms o’er and above the hill
A sign that nature’s heart yet beats stronger still
Four months basked in a cloak of white
Viking trees once starving orphans, exposed to the winters banshee cries;

Now the sun kisses each baby leaves eye
Limbs outstretched waving to the noon day sky
Opening their skirts, doing a samba dance with the wind
Shielding weeds, moss and fragile creeping life still;

A guardian to the most stunning kaleidoscope
Each day welcomes new friends filled with promise and hope
Little visitors scurry storing nuts and fruits
Angelic voices soar over the valley in threes and twos;

Blossoms o’er and above the hill
A sign that nature’s heart yet beats stronger still.