A hint of fragrance;
Scent of life!
The daffodils sway,
Tidal; waves of yellow.
A squirrel sits among
The roots of an oak,
Head raised,
Whiskers twitching;
He smells it too!
Sunday morning,
Just the two of us,
Both recognizing,
Spring in the air!
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | March 2, 2009 - 19:37
Oh, this is lovely, Chris.
We have many of the little rascals, squirrels I mean, that live in our garden ... or in our barn I should say. They seem to have developed quite a taste for sun-lounger cushions. Green-striped ones they like the best.
Tina x
jennifer | March 2, 2009 - 20:05
Joyous and celebratory!
J x
threeleafshamrock | March 2, 2009 - 20:50
Thanks Jen and Tina. I haven't seen a squirrel for some time now. Used to see lots in Greenwich Park once. ;)
Chris XX
Nathan Bednarek | March 3, 2009 - 00:48
This is a sweet poem. You managed to capture the arrival of spring with barely a handful of words.
Well done.
Nathan.
threeleafshamrock | March 5, 2009 - 22:19
Thanks Nathan
threeleafshamrock | March 5, 2009 - 22:19
Thanks Nathan
Dynamaso | March 9, 2009 - 02:28
Says so much with so few words. And leaves the reader absolutely satisfied too. Excellent work, mate.
threeleafshamrock | March 10, 2009 - 19:11
Cheers D.