A Terzanelle

My eldest daughter, Lisa

When springtime's heat descends upon the land,

the dust motes swirl, as all is basked in sun,

the trees drink deep, and every leaf is fanned.

Warmth and beauty, bright the river runs;

as if the cold of winter never was,

the dust motes swirl, and all is basked in sun.       

Hummingbirds whirr and sun-dazed bumbles buzz,

blue jays bomb the feeders, flowers bend and sway,

as if the cold of winter never was.     

We waited long grey months for such a day

to escape our winter houses, greet the sky,

as blue jays bomb the feeders, the flowers bend and sway.

Above, a blueness, in our hearts a wondering sigh,

such magic has arrived to paint the land,

lure us from our winter houses, to greet the sky. 

                      

Our spirits stretch their wings, our cramped souls pray,
and warmth and joy is all we understand,    

for magic has arrived to paint the land.

The trees drink deep, and every leaf is fanned.

A Terzanelle, a combination of villanelle and terza rima, as explained at NaPoWriMo. Lines and rhymes are chained throughout the poem, so that the middle line of each triplet is repeated as the last line of the following triplet (or, for the last triplet, in the concluding quatrain). It looked daunting, so I attempted it as an exercise.

Day 17