Three Lyrics in March

on spruce, spring, and spinning discs

My guitar is partly made of spruce.

Thanks to a friend - LJW - for helping me out with feedback on this one.

Lyric IV - Wordless Groans

I cradle spruce
that luthiers chose for balanced tone.
I cradle spruce.
I strum its strings - implore the muse - 
its hum gets in my flesh and bone
and sings with me a prayerful groan.
I cradle spruce.

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Common blue violets are springing up everywhere.

This lyric is in response to

Jody L. Collins

’s second post in her Poems and Prayers series.

Lyric V - Different Kinds of Gifts

Her colors pop,
magenta, pink, and yellow shrubs.
Her colors pop,
new neon green adorns bush tops.
Blue violets spread through grassy tufts,
spring's many colors lift us up.
Her colors pop.