April Spring

Photographs of Spring by Sonja Bingen, our daughter


a poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

April on tossed hair,
in trees,
across the paths and grass
with branches stuck in seas of sky,

is the snow
that covered us
and protected us,
but now
pushes up,
hold on
a moment like bark
and hear

a swinging down
out of trees

i see
your surprised
the earth jumps up fast to meet your legs.


Filed under Art, Ethel Mortenson Davis, Photography, Poetry

17 responses to “April Spring

  1. Beautiful words and beautiful photos – the essense of April! Thanks, Kathleen

  2. Caddo Veil

    This is wonderful, Ethel! The first line is absolutely captivating–and for me, could stand lovely and strong on its own! Wishing you both a wonderful Sunday–God bless you abundantly.

  3. What a beautiful poem, and most lovely photographs!! I am especially captivated by ending lines:

    hold on
    a moment like bark
    and hear

    a swinging down
    out of trees

    i see
    your surprised
    the earth jumps up fast to meet your legs.

    Thanks for this bit of April thoughtfulness, imagery, and splendor!

  4. The pictures and the poem are beautiful Ethel!

    I am so glad Spring has arrived for you – when I wrote my poem about Spring recently Thomas said you had thick snow!! 🙂


  5. Ina

    The last words brought me back to earth 🙂 Lovely and beautiful photo’s!
    Spring always has so much promise. It should be Spring all year round 🙂

  6. Julie Catherine

    Ethel, I love your poem – especially liked the last stanza; wonderful! And I really like Sonja’s beautiful photos, just lovely. Blessings to you and Thomas always, Julie

  7. Who lovely is that , how lovely is that!!

  8. “April on tossed hair” – I love that image. Also the holding on “like bark”. A beautiful April poem! And the ending, with the child (I’m assuming) jumping from the tree, and being surprised at the earth so quickly meeting his/her feet is a gem. Thank you for the experience of your poetry, Ethel!

  9. “when
    the earth jumps up fast to meet your legs.”

    So is that why it is called “spring”? 😛

  10. When I come away from a blog having smiled out loud and feeling a joy in my heart that was not there before I read it then I know that is poetry!!


  11. What a lovely family combination here!

  12. April on tossed hair; branches stuck in seas of sky… excellent!

  13. I love this, Ethel! From ‘April on tossed hair…’ and onwards it is such a simple but special expression of how lovely if precarious early spring is. The last lines reminded me of how last evening, as I was filling the feeders, a squirrel jumped down out of the branches above me with a thud in escape!


  14. OH, dear Ethel, this poetic description of swinging down out of budding trees in springtime brings back so many of my own childhood memories and memories of the antics of my children–and now my grandchildren! How every wonderful is springtime and new life and new hope!

  15. Anna Mark

    I so enjoy the geometry of squares arranged in a grid, a mandala of sorts, so colourful and playful for my eyes, yet grounding in the mind.

  16. eremophila

    Reblogged this on Eremophila’s Musings and commented:
    May you all enjoy these words as much as I.

  17. I love this poem, it captures the joys of April, of youth and so much more.

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