First Flush.

 

First Flush.

 

From her first flush Spring trumpets

with full-throated daffodil-gold

her vibrant welcome to lovers

of April's effective proposal 

of making new season push

her bud-bursting notions 

while  whispers blown  

thru' each petal look 

to birth pale colour

which sets pace  

of growth-rush

when Summer

takes over. 

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

Spring is such an uplifting season I always think. I know we can get heavy rain showers, but all that colour bursting into bloom is a sheer joy. Daffodils were my mother's favourite flower, and we had a garden full of them when I was a child. I always think of her when I see daffodils in bloom. A lovely poem, Fay!

[Lisasview]

Found your lovely poem early this morning and read your only review from Neville and I completely agree.
People are too lazy to take the time to review..and that I find to be so very sad.
Anyway, I loved your sweet poem so I think you for sharing it.
Lisa, early in Spain

[Neville]

I'm sure I dont understand why these words have been viewed and passed by without so much as a word being left by so many .. but then, there's nowt as queer as folk, is there .. nor as fickle .. and under the circumstances I now hope that a few folk will follow in the wake I have purposefully created and honour these perfectly penned n poemed words of yours, with a few of their own ................... Neville x

[Fay Slimm]

Your comments and continued support are always a tonic and thanking you dearly for all your care mon ami......................x

[Neville]

tis always a pleasure & you are always welcome ... x