Friday, April 25, 2008

Late Spring Color

[So I'm still around and thinking poetry, but I haven't been posting much while I first finished our tax returns, then prepared the house for Passover. Now that I have a weekend before me with no huge project hanging over me, I hope to catch up on a couple of prompts. This poem was inspired by both the Totally Optional Prompt "late spring" and Tricia's Monday Poetry Stretch to write about color (though this doesn't go straight at that challenge - rather a bit sideways). I will likely keep playing with this a little - I think I want to add some more interior rhymes to it, but I thought I'd share this at this stage anyway. (I read somewhere that "golden bells" is another name for forsythia, which had too many syllables for my taste today.)]

Late Spring Color

I turn my back
on the pale, pale green
of the maple tree
in spring.
I shun the bright,
white locust blooms
and the cloying scent
they bring.

Mere memories:
the tender, tiny
in snowdrifts.
And yet a dream
the lilac scents
that'll welcome June
with heart lifts.

My late-spring days
are glowing now
with golden cups
of daffodils,
and shining sprays
to greet each morn
a dazzling row
of golden bells.

A brilliant yellow
halo meets
my winter-weary
a hug of mellow
sun-like warmth,
a talisman in


Stan Ski said...

Springtime; a cause for optimism, but often difficult to shake off the chill of winter

sister AE said...

I'm usually ready for each of the seasons in turn, but I do have a problem with certain allergies in the spring - mostly the maple blooms.

Linda Jacobs said...

Oh, I like those last few lines! Nice descriptions!

sister AE said...

Thanks, Linda.

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh I like a yellow spring too...

sister AE said...

Hi, Juliet. I seem to recall you once mentioned a fondness for forsythia....