Alive again

by Sandra Bounds

a capricious lass,
sometimes a belle, demure and sweet.
Southern landscapes bask
in genial warmth of her saffron sun.
Gentle breezes caress Earth
as fallow fields anticipate plow thrust.
Peach trees blush into bloom
while Easter white plum blossoms
herald resurrection.

Ever so swiftly,
Spring’s mood swings.
In peevish fit of frigid wind and icy rain,
she lashes at delicate azaleas,
fragile forsythia, and dainty dogwood,
willfully refuses audience to mockingbirds
ready to return and sing.

Her petulance spent,
Spring at last welcomes rebirth.
Fishermen head for rivers and streams.
Fertile fields promise cotton and corn harvests.
Wild turkeys strut and preen in greening thickets.
Sweet fragrances fill the air,
and the Deep South is alive again.

Sandra Bounds was born in Mississippi and lives in Macon. She has a Master of Arts in English and has taught in both high school and community college. An active member of the Mississippi Poetry Society, she was its 2005 Poet of the Year, and the society published a chapbook of her poetry to honor that selection. She has won many awards in contests sponsored by the society and has been published in such journals as Art Gulf Coast, The Lyric, The Road Not Taken, Sharing, The Well-Tempered Sonnet and Westward Quarterly. Read her former poems published in Deep South here

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  • Jude Carlin / April 20, 2014

    Sandra Bounds,
    Thank you so much for this beautiful poem!

  • Penny Nichols / April 22, 2014

    I am touched by this verse and wish I had a tenth of this southern belle’s literary talent! I would enjoy seeing more of her work.