The Tender Buds of April

This is stunning Tina, I really enjoyed. So many beautiful images and the last stanza finishes perfectly. Beeme xx

New-Silver-spun-sand Really beautiful nature poem Stanza for me. Reaches out to touch it- pulling it close;cups it in her hands,as a mother cups the rose petal cheeks of a newly sprung daughter. I can see it all. The images are explosive!. Our Tulips are bursting out. Wind knocks over daffodils All budding from last year,amazing. julie xx

A perfect poem for Spring. Reminded me slightly of e.e. cummings poem, "somewhere i was never travelled gladly beyond." The imagery is a combination of erotic and tender which provides a nice contrast. I did wish it to be longer and perhaps a bit more erotic... incorporating perhaps her first sexual experience with the coming of Spring, wishing it would come sooner.

Some critics say that the house symbolizes the human soul in the poems and stories of Edgar Allen Poe and the stories and poems of Alexander Pushkin. In e.e. cummings, it is the flower that symbolizes "feminine" soul, is it not? It is a very wonderful poem you've written here.

I really like the use of "madder pink", my magnolia is still waiting for that "tardy spring", lovely poem.

Yet another wonderful bloom from the garden of your imagination. David xx

This is a lovely piece, Tina! Truly the embodiment of spring - however late it may be this year ;) Love the beautiful imagery - especially in the last stanza! Well done! Magic xxx

"'Her tree' – she called it, the one overhanging the window of her first-floor, one-room flat. For weeks now, it had been in bud, but a nagging, easterly wind made it reluctant to blossom. A magnolia, with its promise of explosive, madder-pink blooms as big as a saucer. But, no show...until today, when a tardy spring breezes in. She draws back her curtains – flings wide the windows; the humid air of morning deepening its scent. A flower, in all its splendour, finally opens, bursting free from its bondage. Reaches out to touch it – pulling it closer; cups it in her hands, as a mother cups the rose petal cheeks of a newly-sprung daughter." This is what I liked in this one. :) I don't have anything else to say. Vidit

Yet another stunning piece, Tina. I don't know how you do it but I'm glad. Our magnolia is getting ready for the cooler months, unfortunately. We were lucky though as it bloomed a number of times this year.

Oh, you'd hate to hear then that we just got a last minute blooming of the two frangipani in our back garden (we have the standard yellow and a beautiful pink blush one). Hope you have a good week too. :)

Well done on the cherry Tina, more than deserved. Beeme xx

Blooming marvelous, heaven scent! Needs more than one reading, I feel. Chris XXX

new Silver-spun-sand well done on the cherry! great poem, "The Tender Buds Of April" The word daughter made me think? Am I right.. julie xx