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| Awaiting the Cherry Blossoms... |
Ice-blue eyes melt
as she softly blushes pink,
wraps herself in mourn's veiled mist.
Swollen streams caress her curves,
geese serenade upon arrival,
while returning songbirds
content themselves with preening
amongst camellia and bramble,
await crowning glory
of blooming cherry blossoms.
by Margaret Bednar, February 21, 2019
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Weekend Challenge - Season Your Poetry"
For Toni - an attempt at a haiku:
ice-blue gaze cracks
wrapped in mourn's veiled mist -
Geese serenade blushing blossoms
11 comments:
I love this glimpse of full spring. I can smell the flowers in the air. Thank you for following the prompt and keeping it brief. Thank you for this happy poem.
You have painted a breathtaking vision of February Margaret! I love this!
Gorgeous, Margaret!
A marvellously sensual personification of the season.
The final stanza reads like a crown, indeed. Lovely.
I love how you included the last part, the waiting can be the most glorious part of it all.
That crowning glory... gorgeous!
Love, female and male versions. Love it, Margaret. Sensuous too first half. BTW, the Texas Bluebonnets will wait until mid March or later. I'll find some for you.
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"ice-blue eyes melt"
Love this poem, Margaret. I feel like I am inside it, enjoying Spring's arrival.
A beautiful sensual personification of Nature, Margaret! I’ve been watching her this morning, blushing pink and wrapped in mist. I love the haiku version.
What a very lush Spring!
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