Sharing

It is great to know that people read and appreciate what you post on a blog. The pleasure is multiplied when the poets or the photographers themselves respond.

This is one such instance.

The poet S. K. Lindeman (Borden), whose poem Spring Song I had featured here wrote to me:

Hello Srivilasica,

I just wanted to let you know I have enjoyed reading the poetry you put up and then seeing one of my own poems listed. I have worked all day on copyright at a friend's house and I still can't seem to make the form go through so I figure I would send you a poem that I wrote for you awhile back that I could not make go through then either. This will perhaps make it to you.
My regards and thank-you for your sharing,
Sharon

She also sent me a poem.

So lovely, your sharing,

what variety and bearing,

descends to declare

words are not spare

when spread with the quill

of the heart.

Thank you so much, dear poet!

Sharing

It is great to know that people read and appreciate what you post on a blog. The pleasure is multiplied when the poets or the photographers themselves respond.

This is one such instance.

The poet S. K. Lindeman (Borden), whose poem Spring Song I had featured here wrote to me:

Hello Srivilasica,

I just wanted to let you know I have enjoyed reading the poetry you put up and then seeing one of my own poems listed. I have worked all day on copyright at a friend's house and I still can't seem to make the form go through so I figure I would send you a poem that I wrote for you awhile back that I could not make go through then either. This will perhaps make it to you.
My regards and thank-you for your sharing,
Sharon

She also sent me a poem.

So lovely, your sharing,

what variety and bearing,

descends to declare

words are not spare

when spread with the quill

of the heart.

Thank you so much, dear poet!

Spring Song

Let the song begin

Did you think spring would never come?
Did you think rain could overpower the sun?
Did you think suffocating snows would deny
The earth bursting forth, could the crocus die?
Would grey always mask the dawn?
Could silence always quiet the song
Of a songbird alone on a limb
One bud bursts forth
let the song begin.

- by S.K.Lindeman

Spring Song

Let the song begin

Did you think spring would never come?
Did you think rain could overpower the sun?
Did you think suffocating snows would deny
The earth bursting forth, could the crocus die?
Would grey always mask the dawn?
Could silence always quiet the song
Of a songbird alone on a limb
One bud bursts forth
let the song begin.

- by S.K.Lindeman