Late Spring
By Rhiannonw
Sat, 06 Apr 2013
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Warmth is creeping,
touching sheltered nooks
where plants are sleeping
– an opened primrose promises
delicate bouquet to come,
a celandine spreads narrow petals
shining, sparkling in the sun;
willow branches spotted white –
slipperette-like pussies poking, peeping –
overhanging swollen river pushing past
(flooding has decreased,
as heavy rainfall now has ceased),
and dusty, muddy ground and tired plants at last
begin to bear a bright green flush,
soon river meadows will be lush,
and flowers delayed will tumble open in excited rush.
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Nice one, Rhiannow. Yup,
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Nice one, Rhiannow. Yup, it's surprising how quickly after the damnable snow the world is turning green again.
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Hello Rhiannonw, Seems a
Hello Rhiannonw,
Seems a long time since I have been over to your page.
Something I must rectify.
This is a nice poem that sums up very well the anticipation of Spring.
I like the rhythm too.
Moya
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For me, this poem created
For me, this poem created the feeling of hope, that spring does indeed arrive :-)
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
Lovely poem. Roll on spring. I can't wait to see the flowers in bloom again.
Jean
Jean Day
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