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Best Poems About / On SPRING
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An Early Day in May
May soothed
sensual breeze caressing.
Snug, she cooed in floral chroma;
Gave artistic license dressing up
Pubescent fields, teenage woods,
Jaded lanes; embellishing
Craggy watersides.
Warmth was kind sun tempered,
Lifting life; erecting bluebell swathes
For good measure: late-spring treasure.
At hills base
A mirrored lake, brooding,
Bathed in halcyon haze
Yet hectic life scurried,
Spurred on by procreating drive,
To see it all survived another year.
Back home, garden tulips flared,
Thrust aloft on rigid stems, and
Under day-time brilliance,
Open goblets, clustered,
Sought out heavenly guidance
Lauding hallowed Tulipa gods.
May is Natures intermission
Bridging Aprils go-ahead
With hothead June.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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A Country Path in Late Spring
The path of mossy ground nestled
In between maternal hedgerows,
That overgrew atop, dimming out
The brilliance of the day.
Embosomed, a calm-cool vision
Abstract takes of nature, in
Leaf-spattered green shades;
Stem-speckled brown hues;
Shards of sunlight percolating
Through the random flaws to
Up glittering sprites upon the leaves.
And avian chatter bounced along the burrow,
Smattered by the crosstalk
Of busybody insects;
But outside the green comfort zone,
Other worlds of other sounds of other life
Otherwise gave a hint of
Other dozy goings on.
Hawthorn filled the air,
Filled the nose,
Filled the head
Pungency had overpowered all
Gave the late-spring-early-summer haze.
Here and there a break of colour:
Odd bluebells escapees from nearby woods
Blue-blushing bell faces glancing down,
Aware of their erectness in the stem;
The flaming wing of red admirals
Broke through a hedge hole to
Break up the calm backdrop,
While flitting blue tits gave
To greater-bodied animation.
Natures warm narration
The undertones of life.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Daffodils
I fell in love
Taken by the innocence of
Child-face daffodils
Their perky April fanfares
Clarion calls from yellow-ochre brass bands
Presaging, rejoicing, calling us:
Here we are! Here we are!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Spring Observations
Green slipped out from under the white
Splashed in early other colours,
And gave up lambs, who
Bleated tirelessly on the subject.
Screams from the nearby park
Told of newly playful children, with
Bleary fathers; clattering mothers,
Undersense befuddled by a perfume
It was the budding blossom.
And younger men perked up at
Early bosoms once again parading
More blossom audacious blooms:
Sexual selection back on stage.
It was happening with the birds,
Only there was more decorum,
More order a greater sense of purpose;
Unwitting duty.
I turned over the soil warming
Under the cautious sun
Yellow still nubile,
Though coping with its shyness.
My first beads of sweat were oddly ambivalent:
Surging vigour forcing out the
Stubborn winter indolence.
Inside, a warming smile worked
Up towards my mouth, lips, eyes.
The kitchen window rattled:
Lunch was ready.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Spring spring spring spring
Spring spring spring spring
Spring spring spring spring
Spring spring spring spring
Mark R Slaughter
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