Being Fickle.

Fay Slimm.

Being Fickle.

Cornish spring drips and
all growth becomes riddled with
desire for warmth,
ridden with need for having more.

Freshly risen, green
gets liquid-addiction, an invisible
draw makes sward
swoon for regular fixes of water.

Crafty Spring knows
plants crave doses so being fickle
he drops trickles used
to tease shoots upwards for fuel.

Whoresome he opens
cores formerly hidden, then the
illicit physician lopes
in and flippantly fosters hopes.

Boldly he impregnates
the deep sleep of inactive nature,
forcing in secret wet
potions to unclothe sleepy petals.

Then he may withhold
his advances and allow winter's
return to frozen nights
for a while to show Flora's plight.

Old Spring hangs around
to tickle ground's fancy yet Sol's
hard passion he fears
for at start of heat he disappears.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 21st, 2017 06:41
  • Category: Nature
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Comments5

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • MendedFences27

    Lovely. It's such a refreshing time of year, and you've captured that sense in your poem. Love the personification of Spring, the plants, the flowers. We always seem to get that "cold snap" brief return of winter just as things start emerging from the ground. Loved your poem - Phil A.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks FAY for your beautiful "Ode to Spring". Love the way you express it as Nature's love affair with the Earth and the Spring Flowers ~ very poetic ! Love the visual ! We are all noticing how early Spring has sprung this year and nowhere more noticeable (in the UK) than in your beloved Cornwall ! Thank B.

  • Michael Edwards

    So expertly crafted but then so is all your work - another piece for the top table.

  • Pintu Mahakul

    All growth becomes riddled with desire for warmth. Spring drips here more. We all need more warmness of nature. Spring hangs around to tickle. Fears disappears by touch of spring. Winter is allowed to return back. A poem with great imagery is well crafted here. Spring has really arrived and winter has gone away. An excellent work! Crafty spring knows everything.



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