I've decided to join Beverly A Baird, Linda Schueler and others in a "year long poetry practice – on the first Friday of each Month," when they, and anyone else who joins, will be writing a poem based on the theme of the month and a photo taken relating to that theme.
You can find out more about this here.
In my mind I have a vision of Spring waking up flowers to join in a wild and raucous celebration of the return of the sun. I started working on it, but it is unwieldy and wants to go on and on. I thought I better prune it down (pun intended) and focus on one aspect of it.It's blossom time in my neck of the woods, and it is glorious indeed. Unfortunately this poem kept too kept growing. On my walks I keep noticing flowering shrubs and trees that I had overlooked in my poem. I swear they scowl at me and ask, "Hey, What about me?"
The first time I participated, I didn't quite get the photo part right, so I sent a half decent draft of my poem to my partner, Randy Rotheisler, and a friend, Ron Peace, both gifted photographers, asking for images to accompany it. It was fun and they are keen to continue, so that's what we are doing.
oh so lovingly
spring tickles blossoms
from reluctant trees and bushes
forsythia flounces out first,leading the paradein yellow frills,
on the wild slopes
saskatoon branchesadorn themselves indelicate wisps of white corollaantelope bitterbrushburst out inhalos of cream clustersstately dogwoodannounce their presencein cascades of four petal splendourcitrus sweet clusters
of mock orange
arrive
just in timefor bridal bouquets
in the tamed valley,
fruit trees explode
in florescence
apricot arrives
in a fuss of blush
apple, cherry, pear and plum
hustle bustle around
arrayed in shades of alabaster
cheeky peach
preens and pirouettes
in a profusion in pink
in the gardens and yards of local folk
crimson camelliacarry on with themagnolia cousins,
strutting their stuff
in sprays of white stars
and marvels of magenta
while lilac arrives
quietly,in perfumed paniclesof delicate florets
blessed indeed
are we humble creatures
to witness
this divine spectacle of
painted fragrance
Ron Peace |
Maybe I should have just focused on arrowleaf baslsamroot (Balsamorhiza sagittata.) The hills glow golden with their flowering these days.
Wow, you build such a fabulous picture that it makes me want to come over and witness this beauty myself. You've inspired me to catalogue our forest flowers next year.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem. So many flowers mentioned. Thanks for sharing and joining in.
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