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Camomile Lawn

Posted by Silver Spun Sand on May 6, 2011 - 11:26
from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

A gem of a morning,
a sunrise to die for;
a perfect day
for sowing
that camomile lawn
I’ve long-since had a yen for.

Spider-webs,
bedecked with dew,
sparkle on the hedge. Tap
my dad’s barometer,
hanging in the hall.
Rock steady,
much as he was.

The freshly dug soil,
warmed by the sun,
slips through my fingers,
fine as moon dust.
Swifts, rip the air;
black ribbons
on the breeze.

Spade in hand,
drink in that quintessential,
fleeting sound of Spring;
a cuckoo’s call,
drifting on the wind
from the moor beyond the field...

the swallows dive-bomb
the pond to snatch a drink.
The lawn safely sown,
I imagine it grown,
as I gaze from a window.

The air stagnates.
Leaf nor branch stir.
Way in the distance
a drum-roll of thunder
as soft, down the chimney

the wind... half threat
half promise, speaks
of rain in the offing.
The barometer
drops like a stone.

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Comments

Highhat | May 6, 2011 - 12:29

A perfect day Tina- a beautiful description. I hope the rain nutures the flowers. I believe your Spring is much shorter than ours and goes into summer speedily- as far as I remember ? We had a spell of warm weather during Easter and it now seems to be returning after some very cold days. Brrr...
well I am rambling

Lovely poem again Tina. I really enjoy your writings- they are excellent. You have such a soft, thick stroke of the pen.

;)Pia

skinner_jennifer | May 6, 2011 - 14:46

Tina you really painted a wonderful picture with words in this poem. I love the idea of a Camomile
Lawn and those lines:-

The freshly dug soil,
warmed by the sun,
slips through my fingers,
fine as moon dust.
Swifts, rip the air;
black ribbons
on the breeze.

I just love those lines, especially descibing the
soil as fine moon dust. 'Simply heavenly.'

You have written another fine poem here Tina.

Jenny.

Silver Spun Sand | May 6, 2011 - 15:13

Pia, I love it when you 'ramble'. It is always good to know what the weather is like in distant climes, such as yours.

Many thanks for your words, and glad you enjoyed;-)

Tina

Silver Spun Sand | May 6, 2011 - 15:14

The smell of camomile is quite something else, I always think;-)

Pleased you enjoyed and many thanks for telling me.

Tina

maisie | May 6, 2011 - 16:31

i loved the black ribbons, a very smooth read!
couldn't smell the camomile from here though!

Silver Spun Sand | May 6, 2011 - 17:41

Thanks, maisie, and I'm sorry about the camomile;-)

Tina

hilary west | May 6, 2011 - 22:18

This is beautiful Silver Spun, you can almost hear it tinkling like a Mozart concerto !

Silver Spun Sand | May 6, 2011 - 22:42

Many thanks, hilary. A poem in itself, your lovely words;-)

Tina

ScoZen | May 8, 2011 - 13:17

Sand lady.
Another delighful gem.

I liked this amongst other lines
"...Spider-webs,bedecked with dew,.."
and the reference to your father's barometer.

"...rock steady..." sums up a strengh of character.
regards.

Silver Spun Sand | May 8, 2011 - 13:47

Really glad you read this one, ScoZen. I thought it might be 'just up your street', as they say. And as far as the barometer is concerned, you got it in one;-) Many thanks

Sand Lady;-)

fatboy74 | May 10, 2011 - 08:54

wonderful ending Tina, it's a real pleasure moving through the year and reading your beautiful descriptions of the different seasons. :-)

Silver Spun Sand | May 10, 2011 - 09:56

fb, many thanks for your lovely words.

Tina;-)