On Track With The Seasons

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Sat, 08 Jan 2022
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14 comments
 

Winter's soothing zephyr sweeps,

bringing cool gulps of assured

cheery welcome breathing space;

rejuvenation from sun's heat,

clearing away cobwebs before

with unblinking eyes moving

into spring once again,

 

when dreamy welcoming air

takes butterflies harvest

in refreshed flourish,

enriching gardens sublime;

miracles in calm quintessence

awaking fragrance on a whim,

 

skilled whirlwind echo...buzzing

happening without voice,

companions working side by side;

no woebegone expressions of labour,

flying vibrations steady as miracle builds;

when full of pollen, retracing flight satisfied.

 

Every drop of rain

clutching pensive blossom;

trees gowned in open garden space,

delicately bumble bees abounding;

stirring excitement,

tapping into contentment;

 

welcoming soldier beetles in

delicate armour, conservation with

exploration of herbaceous flowers,

pausing...searching for match;

that moment of wild bliss among

aromatic umbellifers blooming.

 

Kissing in the changing seasons,

each insect intertwines like

offshoots, those leafy limbs

where we linger slumbering

in drowsy shade;

 

until unfurling dappled wings

scatter below setting sun,

like bright light mocking,

exploding in a million

electric freckles across

sparkling eyes...insects fly.

 

We need time to ponder

predictability; for each

swift experience,

rich in sensation;

fabric of our existence,

dependable each year.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by marandina on

"Winter's soothing zephyr sweeps..." A panoramic journey through nature and its seasons. Lovely stuff, Jenny. Paul

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

It's lovely to know I could take you through the seasons with this poem. I seem to have more energy when soothing zephyr sweeps, very invigorating.

Thank you for reading and your kind comment.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Nolan on

"Zephyr" is a beautiful word I wonder what the origin is it is not used often. Could be Greek? I know it from the Ford Zephyr a kind of sports car actually a 6 cylinder I think. First we had an Anglia father of the Ford Escorts, yes I was a baby then but there are photos black & white of course. Later my dad had Fairlane a 5.7 Litre Ford V8. A man's car.

Keep well! Nolan &

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

thank you for your interest in my poem and that word zephyr. I looked it up on the internet, and discovered that zephyr is the greek god in the gentle west wind. It also said that Zephyr was the father of two immortal horses...Xanthus and Balius, their mother was Harpy Podarge, The Harpies were  terrifying and greedy monsters with the head and trunk of a woman, and the tail, wings, legs and talons of a huge bird.

I never actually knew any of this, and probably would never have thought to look it up, had it not been for you enquiring, so thank you so much.

Thank you for your interest, and you take care and keep well too.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

A wonderful word picture that I am eagerly waiting to see - this year more than ever! Thank you Jenny

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I know how much you love the warmth and daylight hours, so can imagine you are looking forward to spring and summer a lot. Really glad I could paint a picture with words for you. 

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts, and thank you so much for those lovely cherries, which are always appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by donignacio on

This is a lovely poem. "...exploding in a million electric freckles across sparkling eyes...insects fly." That is so evocative.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm glad you understood the metaphor. I remember laying under the trees in our garden one summer, and watching all these insects circling above, to me they were hypnotizing and did remind me of freckles in flight.

Many thanks for reading and I appreciate you letting me know you liked.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Turlough on

A wonderfully poetic description of the excitement and optimism contained in the miracle of nature that surrounds us.

I enjoyed this very much.

Turlough

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Isn't nature wonderful? This small world that lives in our gardens, they go about their business unaware of us humans, just getting on with life in their natural habitat. Glad you picked up on the excitement and optimism, which is so important to every living creature.

It's great to know you enjoyed, and thank you for your kind words of encouragement.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by Hades502 on

Another well done nature poem, Jenny. Congratulations on the cherries. I really love the winter feel of this one, at the beginning. Nice line.

GGHades502

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I just love the autumn and winter, so that first stanza was how the poem came together, so I'm glad you liked it. We are so lucky to have the changing seasons.

Thank you so much for reading and your great comment which I'm always grateful for.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

I think the first stirrings of spring are so magical when it is still mid winter. It is a beautiful poem.

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I feel the same way as you, it's lovely to see those first buds appearing as new life begins, a real miracle to know that nature's beauty always returns.

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley