Poetry Sunday: Late Spring Easing to Summer by Deanna Samuels
This poem seems to me to perfectly describe this time of year as we move from one season into the next. See if you agree.
Late Spring Easing to Summer
by Deanna Samuels
Early Spring has eased into late Spring,
Early Spring has eased into late Spring,
foliage is at its richest deep greens,
trees thick, full branched,
boughs heavy with leaves and budding fruits.
Crop fields sprouting, growing,
each day getting stronger, taller.
Road verge grasses high, overgrown, lush,
a would-be splendid meal for grazing.
Birds chirping and tweeting loudly,
hidden in the dense hedge rows
while frogs croak intermittently,
concealed amidst damp roots and long grass.
Hidden streams gurgle sluggishly,
slowly moving downstream,
attracting menacing mosquitoes
ready to eye a warm-blooded victim.
Birds are nesting, patiently rearing young
while pond and lake edges
become platforms of discovery
for young waterfowl to swim.
Small mammals suckle their new born,
teaching the brood to hunt safely in the wild
while ants, bees and other creepy crawlies
build nests around their queen.
Dandelions have passed their day of golden wonder,
leaving delicate, white puffy balls in their stead,
quickly to be lifted and scattered by the wind,
ensuring the seeds make for more flower growth.
Summer is no longer too far behind,
soon the Spring scene will be transformed,
transformed to the fullest of nature's growth,
richness of colorful blooms and bounteous harvests.
boughs heavy with leaves and budding fruits.
Crop fields sprouting, growing,
each day getting stronger, taller.
Road verge grasses high, overgrown, lush,
a would-be splendid meal for grazing.
Birds chirping and tweeting loudly,
hidden in the dense hedge rows
while frogs croak intermittently,
concealed amidst damp roots and long grass.
Hidden streams gurgle sluggishly,
slowly moving downstream,
attracting menacing mosquitoes
ready to eye a warm-blooded victim.
Birds are nesting, patiently rearing young
while pond and lake edges
become platforms of discovery
for young waterfowl to swim.
Small mammals suckle their new born,
teaching the brood to hunt safely in the wild
while ants, bees and other creepy crawlies
build nests around their queen.
Dandelions have passed their day of golden wonder,
leaving delicate, white puffy balls in their stead,
quickly to be lifted and scattered by the wind,
ensuring the seeds make for more flower growth.
Summer is no longer too far behind,
soon the Spring scene will be transformed,
transformed to the fullest of nature's growth,
richness of colorful blooms and bounteous harvests.
It does indeed capture the transition, Dorothy, although you could be forgiven here in southern Ontario for concluding that we are going in reverse and sliding into winter!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you'll get there...eventually.
DeleteThis perfectly encapsulates the subtle shift from spring to summer. So much going on
ReplyDeleteIndeed. It's a very active time both in Nature and in human society.
DeleteWhat a perfect poem for this week! I love it. :D
ReplyDeleteThen I chose well. Thank you, Lark.
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