Call me, I have emerald eyes
Watching the pink lilacs blooming
Under the glossy silver sky
Green buds are preening & swooning
Red flowerettes bloom - a marvel
Call me, I have emerald eyes
Brimming with spring steps so cheerful
Without wiles, witchweeds or guises
I scatter seeds, saplings arise
Under the bright sun's long hours
Call me, I have emerald eyes
Tying colorful wildflowers
Gathering pinecones, I pen words
Under maple tree, sweet as pie
This is where I'll be - heeding birds
Calling me with emerald eyes
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Such a gorgeous depiction of spring! You make it bloom in myriad colours, Grace. Love the refrain line.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fantastic use of colour in your Quatern, Grace, and I love the ‘emerald eyes of spring’, which describes this time of year perfectly. I went for a walk this afternoon and marvelled at all the green buds ‘preening & swooning’.
ReplyDeleteI love, love the way you describe spring... this just makes me happy inside and the image of emerald eyes repeated is perfect to depict spring.
ReplyDeleteThe repeated line is haunting, Grace! Such a beautiful description of spring!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem for spring, Grace!
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is the emerald in the crown :)
ReplyDeleteI like the ways the eyes reflect the landscape.
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful quatern ... a bit of sensuousness (love your refrain line) with nature at her very best.
ReplyDeleteThis could be a song! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI love your chosen line to use for the refrain. Emerald eyes are said to be magical just like your poem - Truedessa
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing Springtime with me in your quatern full of colour and blossoming.
ReplyDeleteMuchđź’–love
As a sometime painter, I love all the colours flooding your poem...
ReplyDeleteExquisite writing G
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