by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Today we saw
black swans flying
close to the shore,
looking for open water.
We too look for open water
in our lives,
places that will
nourish and sustain us,
propel us through rocks and ice
that entangle us,
grab at our limbs
and minds, and bury us.
We yearn
for the boundless waters
of this vast lake
as glistening
black swans
yearn for spring’s
warming light.
fourwindowspress 
…the warm air has come to my hometown and it is wonderful…I walk the same trail, winter to spring, and it always feels like I have such a strong connection to the earth when spring finally arrives and I know this is partly because of having been there for the winter, too. The yearning in the poem just made me think of this.
This is nice Anna. Thanks. Ethel
Beautiful imagery.
Thanks for this. Ethel
It really touched me. xx
As always a beautifully crafted poem Ethel. I love how you often use comparison in your work; lovely x
Nice to hear from you. Ethel
The same as the black swans, we also look forward to Spring… Lovely poem 🙂
We really do. Ethel
Really nice, Ethel….Spring was here and now it sleeps again as cold, rainy weather moves in. But snow is gone and peas are planted. Hope you and Tom are well. love, Sayword
The endless quest, with at time a temporary nesting place. 🙂