Spring Evening, Spring Memory


Black lace branches stand embraced

by gentle wings of colour.

Softly draped upon the sky


clear pale yellow,

intensely floating orange, lilac, lavender,

royal purple

brisk as a spring wind.

Above, the wings lie crowned with blue

pale as the sharp crisp air,

twined with smoke-dark, wandering threads.

One splayed tree-hand,

puffs of fine black filigree

at each curious fingertip,

reaches, catching

dissolving greysmoke.

Its neighbour is

calmer, simpler,

single branches gracefully draped

drawing a cool, sharp black shape,

stripped-down simplicity,

against the merging softnesses behind.

This is a limpid, perfect moment,

seen through spring evening eyes.

~ Marta Ziemelis. Copyright 2007, 2013.

Sifting through files of older writing can be a surprising process. That’s how I came across this piece, originally written in Toronto, Canada in 2007 and re-worked this spring. It transports me to the evening which inspired it – bitingly cold yet incredibly clear-aired, with a colourful, arresting sunset.


Disappearing Ducks!


Twilight ducklight softly falls,

evening follows close behind,

walking softfoot upon springy grass –

up-and-down, up-and-down.

Bordered all in dark-green bush reflections,

shadow-pale lake water cups the sky.

Fishbone clouds, scatter-sharp, poke into the drowsy blue,

anchored in a gilt-edged sheet of gray.

Three ducks fly low in a flexing V,

feathers skimming, raising silky liquid ripples.


they disappear,

melting into bushdark border-water.

Three white splashes plish plash plosh

 foam up, blooming, poking holes –

this is where the ducks dove into greendark.

~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Dubai, copyright April 2013.