Another April poem. Am I obsessed, or is it April that is the catalyst?š©āš¤š„š
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Waiting For April (To Turn To May)
One waits for the months to turn,
Mind, heart a-burning for springtimeās returning.
One waits for the spurning of stern Feb and March,
For early darks and ice packed snow to simply go;
The tendril more than slender wisp,
Cold winds that lost their stringent grasp,
The lengthy rays of longer light,
With birds from other lands in flight,
Preparing wings not yet a-nestingā¦
All these signs attestingā¦
Yes,
This one awaits the final day
To turn voilĆ”, to flowering May!
Still in nature mode.
The Daffodils Are Outš¹šŗš„šøš¼š»(couldnāt find any daffodils in the emojis)
The daffodils are out and up,
Pre-cursing any buttercup thatās bound to rise,
A prize which may bring other blooms.
Itās too soon to declare what, where:
Crocuses already here – here and there.
Indoors, hyacinth is growing like nobodyās business,
Amorous show-off-y amaryllis
Struts his stuff
Like peacock tailās fluff stealing the show.
Outgoing that he is, he likes to crow.
Outdoors the rival squirrel
Steals the seed from birds in need.
He doesnāt care, the tantalizing food is there
And he/she has small babies to go halves with.
Actually, Iāve no idea what family life Is all about.
So Iām allowed to have my doubts
And even guess where Mr/Mrs have their nest.
Back to the flowers: Scilla is a pretty one;
Blue as the sky and bell-shaped,
Covering the landscape
In contrast to grass whose green controls the scene.
As for dandelions, special thanks
When banks on roadās edge and our lawn
Produce these yellows on
Which every part is edible: How laudable!
Leaf for salad, root for coffee (though ersatz)
Bloom for dandelion wine. Congrats!
To diverse flowerets, all in spring,
Flowering for no oneās sake, reasoning
Completely missing.
If they had two hands, Iād shake them,
Each and every her and his.
I just hope the bees will come out loud and strong
A-buzzing and a-pollenating āfore too long.
The Daffodils Are Out 4.15.2019 Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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