Spring has sprung and we’re on the brink
of roiling summer’s green buffet
when from trampled green grapes we drink.
As bird cherries wilt to fade
and lilacs dress in buoyant green
aromatic scents assault us.
More shades of green cannot be seen
nor beauty displayed with more trust
than in the days where May June meets!
Incessant sound of bursting buds,
the buzzing bees and lambs that bleat
all drowned out by nature’s green flood.
In evenings then, green shadows fall –
our sun barely setting at all.
So, first let me explain the photo and the connection to the poem. In Sweden it is said that spring is the season between when the bird cherry and the lilacs blossom. The lilacs have just opened up over the past few days, and the bird cherry is (correspondingly) wilting… And everything has exploded into a sea of green shades! It is beautiful – unless you’re allergic to pollen, of course.
Over the past weeks I’ve continuously been impressed with those blog-poets out there (you know who you are) who are able to combine prompts from several sites into one poem. Therefore, and with no further ado… Here’s my offering for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads for Kerry says: Let’s Include Pathetic Fallacy AND Poets United‘s Midweek-motif: The colour green. Just to make life a little harder, Susan at Poet’s United threw us a curve ball by allowing us no more than 14 lines to write in, so I decided (probably unwisely) to attempt something called a Hybronnet (14 lines, octal syllabic, ABA/BCD/CDE/FEF/GG rhyme scheme). Now, I am justifiably exhausted!