Laughing at what winter thought was dead

Each blossom is a seed of hope...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Laughing at what winter thought was dead

Perennial madness in my lifty-lofty head

Tender plants, sprouting their true leaves

Alba flowers and amurensis-sighing sleeves

And your pomegranate lips a musical entice

Cross fields of sage and lavender-white rice

Grafted beauty on floating winds of thyme

You dance like magic on variegated rhyme

And life is laughing, spinning, leaping too

As winter’s sterile promise all fell through!

Reviews

[JENY]

wow...
hilarious....
wonderful song.....
I have no words to express how much I appreciate this poem...
craig, excellent...

[A]

Breath-taking! And an artistic choice of the picture and font, made the layout charming, yours words were heart-felt for me :) ... thank you for sharing.

[cfix]

This is just so lovely and wonderful. I really enjoyed this one Craig, Wonderful rhyme scheme and flow.

[kait]

this is beautifully written. i love the way you write.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This reads so well.. just so smooth and a little playful.
Such a beautiful poem of Springs arrival.. Always a pleasure
reading your words.

Chloe

[Valentine]

Wonderfully penned..I really like this one Craig..Kathie

[jessicamarie19]

Grafted beauty on floating winds of thyme
You dance like magic on variegated rhyme

These two lines are beautiful. As were many others, but those two were my favorite. A nice uplifting piece for this time of year!

[Ladysue]

impeccable meter...this brightens with lively images and beat...spring is glorious and so is this piece...beautiful..

[Sheila Kline]

And the cold winds of winter scatter aloft the fields....the fields of sage and lavender-white rice....and the warmth of the winter sun laughs at all!
Such a wonderful expression of sending those days of bleak away.
As always, meter spot-on, delivered with poetic brilliance!
I love your writing, and the image is just lovely!!

[Lily Mae]

You never cease to thrill me. Your poetry it alive and magical. I love "Cross fields of sage and lavender-white rice" ... I love it..x