Summer Thrills.

By Ladylily

Sat, 24 Jun 2017
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The first Lark sings,
a Clematis, crimson, unravels 
from it’s florid bon-bon bud,
as lanky-stalked, lemon-yellow Lupins
stretch their spines with respect.
The meadows mimosa ocean...
Buttercups! Wave left, right,
against yarned winds.
Weeds...unwanted, sigh helplessly,
scream when uprooted, unearthed,
they shrivel. Withering matchstick men
hosting homes to crazy crawlers
and weeping to sounds of sorry crickets.
Wisteria’s crumpled trumpets fall 
hopelessly gasping last notes
their purplish juice drains... 
blotting patches of lush-lime lawn 
to linen Lilac. 
Little Daisies link tiny threads.
Citron crystal eyes beam with clarity.
 

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

Buttercups (in Essex) by Keven Law, Los Angeles USA. 11th May 2008

Certificate U
Poem
Nature

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

summer in essence. 

 

Submitted by Ladylily on

Thank you once again for your comment. Kind regards to you. 

LadyLily

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

There seems to be a four-dimensional effect here as the time element comes in with the stretching and opening, and fading, withering. And the shrivelling uprooted weeds in piles with the insects crawling around and through (the weeds are the 'matchstick men'?) and up into the sky for the lark and down to the lawn. Enjoyed. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Summer at its best Geraldine. Wisteria being one of my favourite climbers.smiley I feel sorry for the weeds as aren't flowers just cultivated weeds anyway?winkEdward X