Catkins And Longer Days.
Walking my dog a few weeks ago I noticed how big the catkins had grown, and already a haze of green hung across some of the trees. Plus a neighbour was cutting her lawn.
And gold once more
shall shimmer upon
the hope of spring.
Morning birds their
songs prepare
as breaths of
palest emerald blow
across the waiting
boughs;
new grass shall
soon the mower tempt
and early petals flaunt
their wares.
© sweetwater 2023
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My early petals are flaunting their wares – – oh, you meant flowers. The crocuses in their yellowness have arrived; up through snow is always best. The daffs are about to walk the runway, and the tulips, possibly stunted being overly exposed to hot and cold reviews, are representing in inches. Lovely spring write. After “blow,” the comma is extra.
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ps I closed comments on my poems to concentrate on writing. May open in autumn. Prosing a lot lately. Be well ~allets~
Hi Allets thank you for such a floral comment, loved it 🙂 As for the extra comma, that will be ushered out of the door immediately I appreciate you pointing it out, I cannot understand where my knowledge of grammar has disappeared to, I used to be spot on, but now I continually slip up, I do look it up but it just runs away again. Sue xx
PS, just found yours, couldn’t see them earlier for some reason. I know you don’t want comments but may I just say I very much enjoyed them both. X
This made me smile as my husband got the mower out today! Also we have catkins too, whereas last year for some reason we had none, Lovely spring poem.
Eira
This year the catkins seem extra long which is why I noticed them. I’m pleased my poem made you smile, personally I’m going nowhere near my mower untill I absolutely have to it’s not my favourite pastime fortunately the grass is still only short. Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂 Sue.
Spring is here at last, dreary winter’s past (as an old song once went). You’ve captured the burgeoning of it all, Sue. I’m desperate to get in the garden, but up to my neck in decorating at the moment. Good to catch your poetry.
Even if we get the odd wintry day we can now be sure spring has the upper hand, it’s my favourite time of year.
Many thanks for commenting it’s very much appreciated. Good luck with your decorating 🙂 Sue.
That’s delightful! I might change ‘mower tempt’ to ‘mower lend’ to cut back a little on the poetic license.
I’m very pleased you liked this, I hadn’t thought of ‘mower lend’ but I’m not sure how the grass can lend a mower? I would think this is greater poetic licence than ‘mower tempt’ unless I have misunderstood your meaning? I shall give it a lot of thought as I really appreciate your advice. Thank you, :-). Sue.
Perhaps so. Somehow I was thinking the grass be given figurative life rather than the inanimate mower. I may have made a mistake. Sorry. The mower could refer to the person as well as the machine and thus cancel out the issue. Ignore the suggestion. It works fine.
The mower and grass just stemmed from my neighbour being the first person this year to cut her grass, and it just made me realise very soon the grass in all our gardens will tempt us to mow it, one more sign of spring to go with the dawn chorus and the emerald tint hanging along the tips of trees. It is very kind of you Ross to take time to give this poem so much thought thank you. Sue. 🙂