Shadows Break for Spring

And in the after of dreams
do you whisper why,
as purple shadows hover,
drift, shift, slide, and sigh?
Death-doused year passes,
robins come again, pinked dawn
sings—hope comes, hands clasped

we embrace, sun’s soft shimmer
attracts gathered gulls,
to hear mockingbird perform–
warbles and chatter.
Cruelty of spring
comes in remembrance–lives lost—
but still—daffodils.

For dVerse, Grace has asked us to write a seguidilla.

“The Seguidilla is:
• stanzaic, written in any number of 2 part septets. (7 lines)
• syllabic, 7-5-7-5 : 5-7-5 per line. There is a slight pause between L4 and L5 suggesting L4 should be end-stopped.
• rhymed by assonance xAxABxB or xAxABAB. x being unrhymed. True rhyme is generally not used.
• composed with a volta or change in thought between L4 and L5.
• sometimes serves as a conclusion for another verse.”

Yesterday was the anniversary of the declaration of the current pandemic. Last April my mom died of Covid, the same week one of our cats died. But I’m feeling hope in the air with vaccinations and spring weather. Yesterday, our first daffodil of the season bloomed. This morning, I heard a mockingbird putting on quite a concert.