dawn is breaking light
streaking egg-yolk paint
across sky
green me
pink and red flowers
on rainy spring morning
petal me with dew
maple-gold trimmed by sugar
plum trees
spin me dizzy-blue
before bees
steal my nectar
& wind
runs away with my crown
by Grace
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word count with the word GREEN~
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I love this... there is a moment of spring that crown you mention you simply want to keep a little longer... alas it's so often lost to the first really warm day when everything explodes
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this....every last petal of it! And especially "...petal me with dew..."
ReplyDeletegreen me, petal me, spin me....We are finally into early summer and warmth. And all the spring flowers are gone. Crowns must wait until next year. I wish I could have slowed down the blooming of my plums and cherries...alas.
ReplyDeleteWonderful and delightful read, warm greetings!
ReplyDeleteThis is pure delight--you set the stage, then fill it with those wonderful stanzas beginning with unique verbs and end with two lines of exclamation points. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteI love your "egg-yolk paint" across the sky. I know exactly what color you are talking about because your working is so wonderfully descriptive. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteEgg yolk paint, oh I do love that.
ReplyDeleteI really like how you compare Spring to a great crown... a laurel of leaves.
ReplyDeleteMorninG SUn
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GreeN.. i stAy
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luSt
WondeRed
wAyfAiR..:)
I just love the way your phrases evoke the lovely colors of springtime! Those first lines of each stanza...wow! I keep reading it over and over! :)
ReplyDeleteYou had me, as well at /egg-yolk paint/ daisy yellow tinged with tangerine smears. Another fine poem wrapped in quadrille. Mine was too rushed, too disconnected.
ReplyDeleteA nice spring scene as the bees buzz about.
ReplyDeleteSigh. So beautiful. LOVE this:
ReplyDelete"spin me dizzy-blue
before bees" :) Yes, please.
This is a gem. I think 44 is the magic number because I can't imagine one word more or less that could make this more beautiful. I enjoyed the verb choices and the way it builds into a little story...love the ending!
ReplyDeleteI particularly love your first stanza.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and pretty picture.
ReplyDeleteAll too temporary are those jewels in Springs crown.
ReplyDeleteI smiled at "green me / pink and red flowers". Clever.
ReplyDeleteLoved the green me pink and red flowers!
ReplyDeleteGrace, this poem should be read at breakfast! I love those first lines:
ReplyDelete'dawn is breaking light
streaking egg-yolk paint
across sky'.
Your poem is so colourful, it makes me want to get up and paint a picture!
Grace, that photo is gorgeous!!! I want to smell them so badly. When I walk around the neighborhood, sniffing the magnolias, I wish so much that I could put that scent in a container and pull it out any time I want ... and even more so that I could share it across distances, instantly releasing its notes whenever I'd like. It is the most heavenly scent. Also, there are some flowers outside our library that smell like pure magic, but I don't know what they are. I so want to bottle the scent and wear it around my neck for necessary moments, you know, when my nose and head need a mood-boost.
ReplyDeleteNow onto your poem. :)
"crown of spring," right off, makes me think of wearing a flower crown, which is the perfect image of spring's feminine wiles and essence
Your poem is divine, especially the wisdom in the ending. This season of joy is only temporary, so we'd better revel in it before it gets too hot or before hurricane season comes along and whips away what our little-girl hands have worked so hard to stitch together.
I adore this whole section:
"petal me with dew
maple-gold trimmed by sugar
plum trees
spin me dizzy-blue
before bees
steal my nectar"
You are the most exquisite sensual-nature-poet. I just adore your work.
I like the movement in your poem. It sounds so dynamic. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
This is just gorgeous, Grace.
ReplyDeleteEgg yolk paint, so clever!
ReplyDeleteOne cannot be all privileged to savor all of Spring when it comes. One stab of the hot sun is enough to 'delete' the goodness and frustrate the pleasure. Very true Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Love all the images here, especially "egg yolk paint."
ReplyDeleteA lovely plea to Spring.
ReplyDeletethis sounds like a lovely season lullaby. :)
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