Spring Nectar
Raven wings smudge golden breast of harvested mountain field,
glide across her, caressingly (as I gaze up at shapeshifting clouds).
Tree Swallows serenade rapturous blue skies, flirty flight a delight
as they dart amongst rowan trees (as I hum Blue Skies and slowly spin).
whose berries will burst beneath September skies;
red blooms akin to an irresistible kiss (it's impossible to think so far ahead),
for now is right as rain and scarlet maples are bursting tranquil vibes,
their shade Heaven-sent (as I settle beneath),
promise I'll return to chase the moonlight, try and quench
this obsession; sip from nectar that is spring.
by Margaret Bednar, May 30, 2019
This is linked with the challenge I am hosting over at "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Artistic Interpretations - Color it" Use five words from the Sherwin Willimas "Fan Deck". I used 13.
Also wanted to share with you the beauty that is a Rowan Tree (we call it the American Mountain Ash or the American Rowan Tree). I will be on the lookout for it here in September... (cursor down to see the red berries) https://www.carolinanature.com/trees/soam.html
