spring reverie
the sweet scent of buttercups
infuses the warm breeze, leaf
buds have popped; tiny flutters
of emerald green against an azure
sky,the Fowler toads have emerged
from their winter hideaways,
a cacophony of spring peepers
greets the dusk with lusty verve,
hummingbirds have returned
buzzling by my head to sip
sweet nectar from feeders that
have been at the ready for weeks,
the world is awake, teeming with life
mourning doves, bluejays, tits,
wrens, phoebes, and bright crimson
cardinals congregate at wood’s edge
twitter-chattering, gray squirrels
toss seed to the ground, while
dangling from the feeders…
spring…Gaia’s first bloom, debutante
of debutante’s, oh, she has outdone
herself, or maybe I’m just getting
wiser, not to mention older, all
this to say, well done, spring…
well done, decades of springs
have come and gone, but first
blooms, and new life never get old
-kat
NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge Day Twenty-Four: write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year you were ten years old.
like mercury colliding... 