Spring Concert

Spring came later this yearP1030823
As Winter lingered into April
With snow and frost at dawn.
Snowdrops bloomed alone in March,
Not even greeted by forsithia’s gold.
Then crimson sun thawed the days,
Tempering the dull of night.
Color rushed in as redbud reached
Out from the forest’s edge,
To wake the bare grey twigs.DSCF7124
Awoke, the morning did,
which began to sing with birds,
Sunning themselves on tree crowns,
Which first caught the dawn’s rays.
Color and song, sure signs of Spring,
Were formalized in the Spring Concert
Of the Fresta Valley Christian School.P1040716

The concert opened with the choirP1040732
In unison.  I envisioned the morning
Mist rising from the calm stream
Of Lost River — a band of water
And fog meandering across the valley,
As the cool air settled
Before warming with the rising sun.
All the Way My Savior Leads Me
Expanded into crisp harmonies,IMG_0104
Coloring the new leaves,
Painting the forest light green.
On the Way to Jordan” followed
The rhythm of a river swollen
From a spring storm,
The current coursing around
Boulders and rocks revealed
From generations of rain.
Spring is a time of contrasting sounds,
Tones, and textures, which the choirP1000409
Reflected in their third piece,
Before the Throne of God Above”.

The orchestra began and ended
Their performance with Mozart.
A somber violin sonata initially,
Like winter holding onto the dark
Tone of bark and closed buds.
But, by their final selection,
The first movement of Symphony 29,P1040715
The vibrant energy of those
Opening buds and sprouting bulbs
Brought us the joy of renewed life.
Between Winter’s lion and Spring’s lamb,
They graced us with medleys
Of familiar arias from opera,
And melodies from classical
To country tunes, A freshP1030819
Bouquet of cultured and wild
Spring flowers to enjoy
On these lengthening days.

After the intermission bluegrass tunes
Filled the hall with banjo, bass,
Mandolin, guitar, and dobro
Of the Vint Hill Special band.P1040718
The hills of Virginia were reunited
With the plow in the field
A rebel soldier dying, and
Even a Tennessee waltz before
Forgiveness of the Gospel.
Crisp voices from mature oaks,
Deft finger work from the strong maples,
The forest, which nurtures the buddingP1040109
Flower of youth.  From the audience,
Watching this Spring Concert,
We hear tapping of feet,
Humming familiar tunes, clapping,
And, the cheers from the girls
In the first row.  You need not
Wait for someday to fly away.
At the opening of the evening,
The concert director cued us
That some things cannot be expressedP1040712
By words alone.  Bloom, Spring bloom.

Prior Spring Concert Reviews:




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Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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6 Responses to Spring Concert

  1. Barneysday says:

    Very nicely done. I almost felt as though I were there, and certainly walking amongst the awakening earth in spring.

    Unfortunately, hot, dry summer has already arrived here.

    • hermitsdoor says:

      Glad to bring some East Coast imagery for you. BTW, I noticed that you responded to my post at 6:26 a.m. EST, which would be 3:26 PST. What are you doing reading blogs at that time? Just came in from a night of astronomy? Out cantina hopping in the Valley? Up early to catch the NY Times? Hmmm 😉

      • Barneysday says:

        I have a great deal of difficulty sleeping, and staying asleep. Often, I just get up and read, hoping that will make me tired and sleepy. So if you see a response from such a crazy time, but it doesn’t make much sense, then you’ll know why!!!

      • hermitsdoor says:

        The sleep thing… I’m best between 10 – 3 a.m. too. I try to stay put until 5 on my “day’s off” when I do not have to get up at 5:30. That is my best writing time too… farm life and all.

  2. The Vicar says:

    Bravo! I love reading a poem that I don’t recognize as a poem until I’m half way through. A wonderful blending of images and themes. Well done.

    • hermitsdoor says:

      You probably thought that I just kept putting capital letters at the beginning of the lines as typos, huh?! Actually, I wrote it in paragraph form, originally, adding / breaks as I went, because of how drafts copy to WordPress documents. I also find that this style of poetry composition allows me to read the lines as full sentences, before putting it into poem format. Thanks for noticing, or not noticing, while enjoying.

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