The trees are coming into leaf;
the sap is pressing through the wood.
Violets, suspending disbelief
in spring, reveal now one by one
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Flowers of self defining hue....... Such a powerfull imagery! ! Being a lover of spring I can actually say I could see and smell its forthcoming in this write... Very nice... Bonnie
'While butterflies with purple sheen/ on flimsy wing try out the sun' is simply beautiful. This is a rainbow of a poem - magnificent imagery. S :)
I really like this one, Paul. Spring comes to England so differently than the spring I experience in the great American desert...I especially like the line, 'the sky's a half-forgotten blue.' This is a good description of the English skies I've seen from time to time, also those of New England, here in the U.S. I like the pondering you do here about getting the garden ready. Nice feel to this work. Raynette
This poem really describes the outcome of spring. i loved the comments in parathasis(sp?) , they give the poem a relaxed touch. The weeds (a bad thing to most) are still part of the lovely coming of spring. In order to accept Spring, we have to accept all the thing that come along with it. I love the poem! Kat, =)
lovely Spring song. some very out of the box imagery. I love all the seasons, but Spring is very cheerful and uplifting like the poem.thanks10 Mamta