i palm daffodil bulbs with shrivelled
leaves
it is time:
spading the rain-soaked soil,
i seed golden orbs with roots
on black-thumbed bed,
underneath roses
threading death-stoned husks
night blankets quickly as sunlight
mellows-
i mutter spring's magic
on wooden fence, chickadees are
eavesdropping
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Kim M. Russell. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, eavesdropping. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
I find this so sweet with the chickadees sitting there... eavesdropping, though I imagine that they will be there even when spring comes and the snow is melting
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful. Oh, wow!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely Grace! Daffodils are one of my favorites but they do not thrive here. I used to grow them when I lived in Texas.
ReplyDeleteutterly charming Grace- and such a sweet use of the prompt
ReplyDeleteLove your details here.....and the chickadees as eavesdroppers - perfect. This description is beautiful "night blankets quickly as sunlight mellows-".
ReplyDeleteThat’s a bed I’d grow in if I were a flower, Grace. In the midst of leaves falling and the Earth preparing for winter, most people forget that autumn is the time for planting spring bulbs. I love the feeling of bulbs in my hands and the thought of the secrets inside them. I love the juxtaposition of ‘golden orbs with roots’ and roses – the not-yet-flowering with the end-of-season blossoms – and those chickadees eavesdropping made me smile.
ReplyDeleteGorgeously rendered, Grace!💝 I so love; "the rain-soaked soil," and the image of chickadees eavesdropping.
ReplyDeleteI love that the 'chickadees are eavesdropping' here, and that you 'mutter spring's magic' giving us hope of new life from old.
ReplyDeleteLovely images. Happy Monday
ReplyDeletemuch 💝 love
The eavesdropping at the end gives this a sense of hush, as if the narrator is doing something mysterious and secret.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image you create here Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love those eavesdropping chickadees! You have captured the sweet essence of spring’s magic beautifully!!
ReplyDeleteYou took us right to the garden, and the chickadees watched it all. Charming and delightful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely pastoral image you've painted in your words. I love those eavesdropping chickadees!
ReplyDeleteI believe that chickadees and their feathered friends are eavesdropping the moment you step outside your door. Wonderful imagery in your poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love the sensory and visual sweep of this piece, and esp the final focus on the chickadees. Zoomeriffic.
ReplyDeleteLovely lyrical piece Grace - the birds eavesdropping is a wonderful painterly touch - and all those melancholy dark tones - 'black-thumbed bed' - so clever, so good.
ReplyDeleteLove the detail of the chickadees. I can just hear them rustling their feathers and twittering among themselves.
ReplyDeleteBlack-thumbed instead of green fits fall...love the final touch of chickadees eavesdropping!
ReplyDeleteI love the birds eavesdropping on the fence.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful, and timely. I have oodles of bulbs to plant. You make me itch to get my hands dirty, Grace. :)
ReplyDeleteI love this. I can picture the chickadees eavesdropping and you muttering spring. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThe chickadees eavesdropping is delightful. I can't help but wonder what the birds think of us sometimes.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is wonderful. I could almost post smell the autumn soil. Lovely 🙂
ReplyDeleteThis is very nice Grace. Planting bulbs and the chickadees eavesdropping. What a great image!
ReplyDeleteon wooden fence,
ReplyDeletechickadees are
eavesdropping
They are just as happy to welcome Spring again!
Hank
Ohhhhh. This makes me want to plunge both hands into the earth, and just sit and listen...
ReplyDeleteLove the chickadees eavesdropping!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem of Spring's pending magic. Lovely.
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