I went for a stroll in Spring; inspired
By light, the burgeoning blue, and fired
By the emerging glow of the sun.
Its welcome warm presence had begun
The dances of heads, flowers of trumpet,
The show of daring green, strong, and set
As buds, popping up like plump pimples
Transforming the surface of brown spindles
with the promise of richness, suggestion
of colour, inching, the progression
minute by day, becoming tangible;
stretching, reaching: noticeable.
Activity everywhere around -
Bobbing birds and their darting;
Declaration of vigour restarting
After lethargy, stillness and grey:
Pink blossom flounces take this away;
The conducting of bees in industry
Erratic weaving purposefully.
Stealthy scent approaches, then retreats;
A waft of sweetness unknown that meets
Me, surprising. I breathe in deeply,
But it has left. It will approach meekly
Again, at some point, a perfumed seeking
Out to tantalise and please when greeting
My sense of smell. But now I will revel
In all that surrounds me, the "ness of well"
In exposed skin, rescued from sleevery,
The knitted chain constraints of weavery
And notice coloured pockets that sprout
newness; fresh, optimistic, coming out
With shy boldness. So much, there is, delight
In the sights, bathed in power, in Spring's new light!
About the Creator
Rachel Deeming
Mum, blogger, crafter, reviewer, writer, traveller: I love to write and I am not limited by form. Here, you will find stories, articles, opinion pieces, poems, all of which reflect me: who I am, what I love, what I feel, how I view things.
Comments (2)
Wow Rachel, well that was just a bomb for spring time imagery and sensory pleasure! Beautifully written!!
And this FELT like spring, New and fresh