Welcome Spring!

 

Spring is upon us! I hope you are celebrating by soaking in the beautiful sights, sounds & smells of nature around you. Here is another poem from my collection, Spring Awakening: Poems.

Happy Spring! My photo – taken on a lakefront morning walk.

Spring Afternoon

Quiet birds chitter-chattering

leaves rustling, trees swaying gently

fat white clouds moving, drifting across the soft blue sky.

A wind catches my papers, blowing them across

freshly mown grass, the scent of it

heavy in the warm air.

Bright pink flowers blooming

a small green lizard climbing the chair

next to mine, creeping fast.

A breeze blows the empty swings

awaiting children

their sounds of laughter, squeals of delight

filling the April air

when the yellow school bus

arrives home.

Copyright Stacie Eirich March 20, 2017

Originally published April 18, 2016


Happy Springtime! Thank you for stopping by Space to Dream. Have a wonderful day! -Stacie

Homemade Thanksgiving

Today I am happy to share with you a poem written in celebration of the Thanksgiving holiday. It was written during a Thanksgiving past, when I was celebrating with my parents & friends in my childhood home.

May it warm your heart and fill your senses! I wish you, your families and friends a wonderful holiday. I’m thankful to still be writing, pursuing my passion — with the love of family and friends surrounding me.

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Sweet scents of cinnamon, ginger & nutmeg

dance within this home of my childhood,

Pumpkins adorn the windows, glimpsing at

fallen leaves of orange & red hues nearby.

I am greeted with hugs & smiles,

given a place at the table and asked to

make a blessing.

Candles flicker atop the delicate cloth

covering the cherry wood,

I am impatient to taste

the scrumptious treats beside me –

candied yams, corn casserole,

soft butter-rolls, roasted turkey with dressing.

I open the prayer book, reciting the blessing

that begins our traditions.

An array of delicious confections –

apple, pumpkin, cranberry pies

and vanilla ice cream

march in precision to form a line

behind this feast.

My belly over-full, body tired and mind content,

I relax by the fire sipping hot chocolate & eggnog,

resting peacefully within the warmth of this

Homemade Thanksgiving.

Copyright November 24, 2016 Stacie Eirich 

I come from

I wrote today’s poem in response to a writing prompt called “Where do I come from?” over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads The prompt idea came from the video above – a beautiful trailer for the documentary film We Are Poets. The prompt is one of many you can find there — part of an ongoing write-a-poem-a-day series during April for National Poetry Month.

I come from 

I come from flat lands, rows of corn in endless open fields
dark brown, rich soil and maple trees,
clear blue skies, puffy white cotton clouds, red Cardinal birds
sticky, hot humid summers, nights spent chasing fireflies
bomb pops and drippy Dairy Queen cones
“Shake your love” and “I think were alone now” on my hot pink cassette radio
metal swing sets and square swimming pools
games of Mother May I, hopscotch and kickball
freezing cold winters with frozen icicles, five foot snow drifts blocking the drive
sliding down mountains of white, tasting cold flakes and building fat snowmen
I come from Childhood and Home.
I come from heavy backstage curtains, dusty mustard yellow
a stage, warping from asbestos in the roof above
acoustic guitars, black and white piano keys
sheets upon sheets of lined staff paper, hymnals and black folders
hours upon hours of rehearsal, warm bottles of throat tea
I come from the Stage and Music.
I come from paperbacks and hardbacks, textbooks, bibles
memoirs and fantasies and adventures
journal pages smudged with pencil, stained with ink
jumbled thoughts, feelings, metaphors, sonnets – poems
I come from Stories and Dreams.
I come from the campus quad, broad sidewalks amongst oak trees
large, weathered buildings with small windows, claustrophobic practice rooms
a stone castle filled with strings and brass
nights spent in library shelves, studying in partitioned desks
sentences, phrases, quotes, paragraphs parceled together into
drafts – personal narratives, persuasive essays, critical analysis
I come from Study and Knowledge.
I come from a mother who packed lunches, drove to dance class
cheered at every performance, sewed clothes and colored pictures
a father who played Springsteen and Mellencamp, strummed his guitar
helped me with math homework, mowed lawn, washed cars and always 
kissed me goodnight.
I come from Family and Love.