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Wild Onions
by Clara Mae Gregorywild onions spring forth all over my yard
while the grass lies dormant under the straw
despite the fever in the air so unusual this time of year
the chill of winter's last week is forgotten here
Spring's winds peak and are impossible to embrace
while whipping the green things all over this place
as it also refreshes the glow on my face
I yearn to capture this unrestrained wind
sailing upon deep emerald seas again
and losing myself in its vast immensity
letting the journey unfold and begin
04/11/2009 Posted on 04/11/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/11/09 at 04:17 PM I adore this time of year, when winter gets swept aside for warmer days, when the sweet winds of spring wake up the world!!! You've captured it beautifully here! Thank you! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/11/09 at 06:31 PM I enjoyed this scene very much, the wind, the onions, the glowing face. Thank you. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/11/09 at 07:25 PM I liked the images in this piece. Where I live, it's chilly, raining and very windy, yet I do see the bulbs peeking through. Good write! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/13/09 at 12:19 PM there is something to love in each line.
I particularly love this one---------Spring's winds peak and are impossible to embrace. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/26/09 at 03:31 PM Nice seasonal capture Clara Mae. And so relateable as it perfectly describes the weather here in Ottawa too over the past couple of weeks. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/19/09 at 03:06 PM I love nature poems and relate especially to those about one's "own back yard." This piece sweeps into the mind's eye leaving a cool soft appreciation for us Earthlings. |
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