Towards Fruition

Poetry

Towards Fruition

Katie Frances Hartless

ekphrasis, nature, spring

~After Cat Clyde

Spring is shedded skin,
train window blur,
thick blanketed clouds which
white-out winter’s mistakes.

Past tracks forgiven.

Bulbs in warm beds
stir awake without alarm.
The patient propagation
of young seeds by farmers’ arms.

Infant dreams must be fed.

All must transition
from winter’s dead
to the sunny place
interbred between the seasons.

Fast forward towards fruition.

Artwork: Frances Macdonald MacNair, Spring 1905

13 responses to “Towards Fruition”

John

Lovely, wonderful. ❤️

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. I think I’m finally coming out of hibernation here. 💜
  
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  1. John
    
    Yay! 😊
    
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Tom

Really enjoyed the contrasting visuals you wove through each verse and the uplifting ending of spring’s arrival. A heartfelt poem with beautiful descriptions throughout 🙂

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Tom. Yesterday felt like spring and it seems we won’t be looking back. 💜
  
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  1. Tom
    
    Definitely 🙂 Hope we’re in for a warmer week ahead! ❤
    
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Jeff Flesch

“Bulbs in warm beds
stir awake without alarm.
The patient propagation
of young seeds by farmers’ arms.” I love that. 💜

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Thank you kindly, Jeff. Spring is about growth but I like this idea of supported growth.
  
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  1. Jeff Flesch
    
    You’re most welcome, K. Ah, indeed.
    
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  2. K. Hartless
    
    😊
    
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Cindy Georgakas

love the warm beds popping warmth so beautiful and I’m ready K.💞

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1. K. Hartless
  
  Me, too. A run with my daughter today reminded me of how things are cyclical but always rolling forwards. Now, she is old enough to keep up. Soon, she will lap me. 💜 And so it goes…
  
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Bridgette

There are so many wonderful lines here. I really love “Infant dreams must be fed” and “Fast forward towards fruition.” A perfect poem for this time of year.

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