Day 10
nasturtium and morning glory
wound together in pale sunshine
beaming orange and mauve
in the garden
lying on an old door used as a trestle table
chestnut braids dangling so long they almost touched the ground
she fingered mrs parke's prize winning geraniums
resisting the urge to pick a big magenta bunch

lazy butterflies fluttered over the lantana bush
to Ravel's rippling triplets wafting in from next door
was the first time she had ever heard this extraordinary piece
to be etched in her memory forever
would have liked to have shared this moment with someone
other than the spotted lady bird crawling up her leg

This invokes peaceful images of seasonal change. Spring always brings fond images of renewal. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks...Mrs Parkes was my landlady when I was a student. She used to belong to a geranium club and have prize winning geraniums that no one was allowed to touch:)
ReplyDeleteIt's such a sensual poem. I love the way you've described spring flowers in all their glory. Even i feel tempted to pluck them from your poem.
ReplyDeleteah..the joys of spring...
ReplyDeleteThe welcoming of a new season most awaited for. Nicely Cressida!
ReplyDeleteHank
gracias for sharing this beautiful display. i breathed in with my eyes the freshness of a new season.
ReplyDeleteLoving the colors and spring flowers ~ I am looking forward to their arrivals ~
ReplyDeletethis is lovely, Happy Easter; i invite you to visits my blog Lunch Break and link in at the sunday meme
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please drop in on the 22nd Earth day and 24th A Poem in your pocket day
much love...
Beautiful words and photos. I loved this trip through your beautiful garden.
ReplyDeleteA sweet Easter Monday morning read.
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ReplyDeleteZQ
merci mon chou :)
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