wet Spring morn

Windswept rain slaps the bottoms of leaves
as shiveringly they shed it
Grassroots shake and slake their thirst
and wave their blades together
Tightly closed tree buds stand tall
reaching upward fretly
Shaking yes but through it all
They hold together wetly
Branches wave their banners green
so many hues and shades and tints
Spring is here and she is seen
Dancing twixt the raindrops
Wild gypsy Wind she sings and swings
Her sylvan winged tambourines
In rhythmic wetness witness
Of the joy she brings and flings

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

This is so wonderful,I was really taken away with this..
Branches wave their banners green..so many hues shades and tints
Spring is here,and she is here..dancing twixt raindrops
Wild gipsy wind she sings and swings
her sylvan tambourines witness her joy
What lovely write..so perfect in everything ,how I liked this
lovely write..

[Sel Whiteley]

Wow, you are able to capture the music and colour of nature with such affinity, all the lines are exquisite but I particularly liked:

Tightly closed tree buds stand tall
reaching upward fretly
Shaking yes but through it all
They hold together wetly

That is so evocative of the cold and the wet. I really like too the 'tightly closed tree buds'. Then those final lines with the celebration of Spring:

Wild gypsy Wind she sings and swings
Her sylvan winged tambourines
In rhythmic wetness witness
Of the joy she brings and flings

I love the rhyme here, especially the innerrhyme and the rhythm and alliteration. 'wild gypsy wind,' and 'sylvan winged tambourines.' Simply divine. You are a master.