above the weeping willow tree, the blue sky
shimmers with shrills from black ravens, heralding
the season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
emerging with dazzling sunset of pinks and reds
my window frames a day of popping colors-
above the weeping willow tree, the blue sky
trills along with robins in building their nests
while magnolia trees perfume the air with vengence -
it's the season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
sun-painted as dandelions or star-dusted as sakura
i swoon as if i have never seen flowers in my life
under the weeping willow tree. the blue sky
transforms my words into daisy-chain verses
turning all my empty boxes into seedling pods
it's the season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
the morning light evokes a joyful sigh
as trees regain their leaves & tulips begin to bud -
above the weeping willow trees, the sky blues -
it's season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
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Our city is bursting with cherry blossoms trees, magnolia trees and catkins from the weeping willow trees. Outside my "office", the birds are building their nests (under the balcony), and the ravens have returned. I love the spring season.
It sounds so magnificent when it all explodes, I can hear it all the way here...
ReplyDeleteI like the progression from ’the season of blossoms and catkins’ in the title to the ‘catkins & blossoms’ in the poem, via the weeping willow and magnolia tree. The alliterative ‘shimmers with shrills’ is so effective, as is the use of colour in this spring poem of daisy-chain verses’, Grace.
ReplyDeleteA bursting overspilling joy, Grace. We see these flowers with all the surprise of the first ones too.
ReplyDelete'season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms'
ReplyDeleteThis delights me - are the tiny crowns red, perchance? On the hazel trees, the female catkins are red like little sea-anemones and it's these which are pollinated (by the dangly male catkins) to produce hazelnuts.
'turning all my empty boxes into seedling pods' YES! Love it, the enrgy of resurgence and emergence. Thank you!
Thank you for the lovely comments. Crowns are red and green on our maple trees. Lots of catkins under the willow trees. Would appreciate if you can include your name in the anon comment too.
DeleteLove “star-dusted as sakura” and “daisy-chain verses”.❤️
ReplyDeleteI can feel the happiness in this Spring poem
ReplyDeleteMuch💖love
You always create such a beautiful picture of the natural world--sun-painted words indeed.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery Grace. I love where the line took me ... the blue sky transforms my words into daisy-chain verses ...
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and uplifting Grace, awonderful write.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous villanelle, Grace. It filled me with joy. Dazzling images--I, too, feel that way in early spring. 💙
ReplyDeleteabove the weeping willow trees, the sky blues -
ReplyDeleteit's season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
Spring is such a spectacle and you gave it a beautiful treatment. Great write Grace!
Hank