Rhoda Neshama Waller: "Spring Comes to Maine"

Sonnet May 10


Almost mid-May, I watch the spring come slow-
ly day by day, pale lime-green moving up
from Sheepscot Valley towards my mountaintop,
up here the leaves still furled. Two eagles flew,
late afternoon, just past the east window.
Today, wild violets everywhere I step,
bright golden dandelions on the slope,
warm sun, after a week of rain, hail, snow.
Remembering to match my pace to this,
to note the details of each day’s new turn,
the distant hills still patched with lavender,
deep green of fir, the changing moments pass.
For dinner I’ll have buttered fiddlehead fern,
The daffodils are opening in the grass.

"Spring Comes to Maine" by Rhoda Neshama Waller. Presented here by poet submission. 

Art credit: "Two adults from the local Bald Eagle family," photograph taken August 19, 2012, near Pembroke, Maine (USA), perhaps by Claus Holzapfel.