Spring Spice

Short observation about spring & the changing season

Spring Spice

 

Below the nebula star burst explode

Brandishing the sky from below

Blue sways with magnum clouds

Spring winds fill the world around

Lower to the earth’s surface oak

Branches alert to this awakening

Spreading out like molasses on

A Warm biscuit platter with tiny buds growing glances webbing out like ghostly dances, but a nest hovers upon a thin limb, like magic it floats; the small circle is open dead center like an angel’s halo.

Author's Note

Just wrote this; it's beautiful here: Thank you in advance for reading.

Reviews

[Confused Canteloupe]

I love this. It has such beautiful images and such great sensory language. I don't normally like poems but yours actually allows me to imagine the scene like it were a scene from an old movie. Keep on doing whatever it is you're doing to get inspiration for these great poems because its working.

[Indra Neil]

Beautiful and vivid imagery in this wonderful brevity! Well done!

[Neville]

Phew,
'the small circle is open dead center like an angel’s halo'. Wish I had written that. A perfect little gem made available to the world.......Cheers, D ...N

[Confuser]

It's still there, I live in the woods, oaks all around and I happen to look up; of course, loads of history about halos, but the center is removed from the nest, perfect circle, thick. Cheers, N......Dale & Thanks

[Neville]

My pleasure entirely I assure ya, N

[Confuser]

You're so kind, thank you Neville: D

[Neville]

I am not kind but I am honest, N

[Confuser]

HA>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I believe that....still trying to figure it out.: D

[Workvio]

A very lively write so full of life and hope for tomorrow via another rebirth of spring ...

[dan]

Dale, This piece encircled me like a spring robin flying low, looking for a thirsty worm poking its head from the wet grass. There is actually snow forecast for tomorrow here (western PA), but it will probably be winter's curtain call. Hopefully the spring will make me forget the gray sky blues and sing with the spring birds on the branches of the mighty oak. Very nice piece! take care...dan

[Perkele.7885]

Have you chosen your handle just to confuse me? As I age, I am noticing that a once quick witted man is no longer fast enough to win any races but, given ample time can and will finish. Now, where were we? I know that I am interested in the biscuit platter! Is this poem about the coming of or the rite of the spring-time? That last line is a humdinger, alrighty!

[Stonz P.]

Hello Ma'am, long time

I see a drastic change in your imagery.. loved the last line... and the progression from the nebula to the warm biscuit platter (I MEAN.. WOW!!!)
Great writing Ma'am :)

[nazia]

That's a lovely write to welcome the spring.. its so wonderful to read about the spring that's almost here in the city I live. you have described it with such an originality that I feel like its exactly what's happening around these days. Great work :)

[Bright Ocean Star]

Confuser, I love the idea of young buds being compared to warm buiscuit platters, and the incongruity of a bird nest perched atop spindlly branches. You paint a wonderful image. Very nice writing! Thank you for sharing it with us.

[Kami Grace]

"Spreading out like molasses on
A Warm biscuit platter with tiny buds growing glances webbing out like ghostly dances"

It is a very beautiful piece of writing. I love winter the most, but after reading the poem, I guess I need to take a new look on spring again -- spring is coming!

Thank you for the refreshing words, Dale. It feels wonderful just to imagine the lively air spring would bring with her.

Kami :)