Come with me now
into the lush of green
where buttercup
and daisy frolic
beneath the wisdom
of oaken tree
and listen.
Listen with me
upon the gentle bank
to babbling brook
of natures gathered rainfall
as she writhes
in captured swell over
boulders of yesterday
kissed smooth
beneath her dance.
Glimpse dazzle of
iridescence as
damsel-fly hypnotise
in sunlight to
tease reflections
across miandering flow.
A celebration of
blue and turquoise hue
in gymnastic suspense
neath whispered hum
of angelic raindow wing.
Feel the refreshing
cool tickle of
the blue sky's sister
breeze and catch
her tussle amid
branches rhythmic sway,
and here..
Here
upon the softness
of verdant
carpet grassland
share my words today
and picture with me
a little of England
in springtime beauty.
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a reminder of Englands springtime countryside for all ex-pats out there. Reposted from a while ago.
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Beautiful poem , dusk … truly lovely words and flow 🙂🙂
Thank you Rose. When my muse is really inspiring me it's a pure joy to play with words and create a picture such as this.
It can be really nice ! 🙂 glad you enjoyed writing this
Just looking outside to the ice.
Springtime when I unhibernate sounds fantastic.
Oh I know only too well the sentiment behind your words. For health reasons I have been shielding since July.... i'm trapped indoors and my mouth waters at the thought of being free again in the springtime.
yep .. that's got me all seasonally nostalgified ... roll over winter and make some room for me and my mistress spring ...................... N
Now that's a cracker of a word 'nostalgified'. Dontcha just love it how free we can be on here with the English language.... if it sounds right, it IS right. Thank you again Neville.
a celebration of all-things
majestically Green
in our beloved, Blighty!
and a lovely read, Dusk
thanks for sharing
I just love, those last two stanzas
Thank you LBM. The countryside is so inspiring even when it is out of sight and in a season five or six months away from my shielding existence. I can't wait to get out there in springtime/summer and enjoy it.
'Good write dusk.
'Now to be in England, now that April's there'. That's the correct wording, I think.
I want to go up to Scotland in April before the midges arrive. Now there IS a beautiful country.
So beautiful Dusk
Such strong imagery
The dull winters subsided when you painted with poetry
The flowers shall bloom in hope of melting snow
The greenery shall spread across after witnessing the bloom
Well crafted dear poet
Thank you Spiller. The beauty of England in springtime did all the work, i just felt the inspiration.
Beautiful d a, I was there in the wonder of Nature's glory.
Andy
And i trust you will see a good many more springtimes to enjoy Andy.
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