Oh Spring
budding promise
innocence of green
awakening hope, beginnings;
hurried
the impulse to respond, before
scorching heat burns efforts
melts ambition –
Summer.
(Composed for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly cinquain – Butterfly Cinquain. Image credit: Ric Knutson)
I like how the poem starts with spring and ends with summer.
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Thank you. Spring, where we live, seems to pass too quickly.
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awakening hope, taps into my stream of consciousness.
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Glad I tapped something!
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Lol, yes indeed.
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Great use of this form, V.J.
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Thanks LuAnne!
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Hurried… That’s it in a nutshell, isn’t it? I went out of town for only five days, and I could tell a difference in the landscape on the return drive, as the trees hurried to push out their new blossoms or leaves, or push off the old ones, depending on the species. Spring was in a hurry to come. Very nicely done.
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Thanks, Abigail.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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Loved this..so much promise to come!
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Thanks. There always is in Spring.
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A pleasure.
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https://theapocalypse1.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/489/
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Your link does not work btw.
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This is wonderful–I, too, feel that sense of urgency in spring (I don’t like summer’s scorch…it gets on my nerves 🙂 ).
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Thanks. It tends to slow things down.
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Yes 🙂
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