One Morning in May

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 24 May 2014
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I watch the tall trees bend in the wind,
at the far end of the lawn; the pampas-grass –
stems bent and broken, golden plumes adrift
like the manes and tails of tethered horses,
 
the air, alive with an avalanche of brown 
and orange leaves from the compost heap
 swirling in a vortex  –
 
a swarm of angry bees and the forest heaves
and swells as storm-whipped seas. Watch clouds
scud by like the tattered mainsail of a yacht.
 
A jagged flash of light coruscates the sky
as thunder rumbles endlessly. And you and I,
in our pitch-dark house as the current dims
then flicks and fails, listen as you ask me,
 
 “What about the nightingale and heron
in this fire-tinged dawn, and the lapwing
and sandpiper too?' and kiss your hand
as you raise it to touch this wild, May
morning with your fingertips.
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Such beauty of words flowing with almost-rhymes and spilling with original description. Loved the last stanza. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Sincere thanks to you, Bee, and I hope you are enjoying a peaceful bank holiday weekendsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A lovely, lively picture, Tina! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Rhiannon...and a good Monday to yousmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Some wonderful metaphors in this poem Tina.  This is true genius,  I don't say that lightly.

One of your best.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Jenny, your words are more than appreciated.

So sorry I have been such a long time in thanking you.  Life gets in the way, sometimessmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

I completely understand what you mean about life getting in the way. 

That's fine.

Jenny.  smiley