Creeping past the equinox

By Rhiannonw

Wed, 21 Mar 2012
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Greening hawthorn, lush thick meadow,
willow tinged with greenish-yellow,
from the earth now leaves emerging
softly-edged mosaic-like covering
for the bank, as yet anonymous,
’til their buds unfurl, reveal to us
anticipated floral flush.

Our world is slowly creeping forward
on its yearly journey onward,
tilted nearer to the sun:
growing cycle has begun!

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Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Oh yes! Like the sentiment. It's got my sap rising, too.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thanks. We all emerge more cheerful. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
Yes mine too, happy days. Well done. :-)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thanks, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

Nothing like the beginning of spring to make people more cheerful. Again, I really like the way you play with words, like saying greening hawthorne and floral flush.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks again, Jean. As you say a few words played around with trying to capture those first few encouraging signs of spring. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

I like the rhythm and rhyme in this poem, the constant cycle of the season as Spring moves into Summer is captured perfectly.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jenny. Nice to be drawn back to this, especially at this time of year. I used to love seeing the gentle insistent progress on the hedges and trees as I drove the same route frequently. And my husband used to ask me the names of the leaves poking through the soil on our walks and I'd say we need to wait to see as the flowers grow. (I was very slow recognising the leaves, but I think I do a few now, but often uncertain, or no idea of names!) Rhiannon