After April rain that’s washed into May,
sun illuminates the sparkling garden
embroidered with a foam of daisies
and brassy dandelion buttons.
I find one last withered snowdrop,
a survivor from the yellow flood,
breathe air encouraging and fresh
with growth while I stop and listen
to a chiffchaff chuckling a tune,
a song that will follow me into June.
Kim M. Russell, 9th May 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sanaa’s Challenge: Such Were Syllables That Possessed May, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
Sanaa is our host this Thursday with a contemporary poem prompt: ‘May’ by Sara Trevor Teasdale. Sanaa would like us to draw inspiration from it to create new poems of our own.
This is gorgeously rendered, Kim! ❤️ I love the image of the last snowdrop “breathe air encouraging and fresh with growth,” and how you lead us into June with a “chiffchaff chuckling a tune.” 🙂 Theirs is the most sweet and melodious voice I have ever heard! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt. ❤️
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Thanks Sanaa!❤
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Like Bob says: “For the times, they are a-(slowly)changing.”
Greatly enjoyed this work, KR.
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Thanks Ron!
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brassy dandelion buttons…..love this image …thank you…bkm
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Thank you, Barbara.
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“embroidered with a foam of daisies
and brassy dandelion buttons.”
What a lovely image you paint. And a chiffchaff! I do not know this bird but I looked it up and listened to the song of it. What a lovely chipchirping it does! The songs of birds awakens me as coffee never can.
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Thank you, Toni I’m the same – as soon as the birds start singing, I have to get up and get going!
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Soo nice, Kim. I was walking along through your garden poem . I stopped at the flowers, I remember my young times when eagerly I welcomed those in spring. Daisies are Mrs. Jim’s favorites and I remember the first violets and your “brassy dandelion(s)” as being mine. With snow here only once in ten years we have some that bloom all winter. Ours this year were Marygolds. Climate Change might change all this, colder winters and hotter summers.
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Purple and yellow flowed are so cheerfhl🌼🌼🌼
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Cheerful! I’m on my Kindle and it changes words at random. 😊
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I like that the song will follow you into June!!
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The garden this morning
is sparkling with dew;
there’s birdsong too!
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I like the movement from April to June, from spring to summer.
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Thank you!
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I imagine that May in the northern hemisphere is sublime!
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It is today, Kerry! The sun is shining, although it is still a little chilly. Sadly, the cherry blossom has been blown away, but the early honeysuckle is just about to pop open and release its scent.
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I really love how you took me from the snowdrops to the yellow of May all the way into June.
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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A yellow flower flood is the most beautiful thing I can imagine…
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Thank you, Rajani.
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I love your sparkling garden, and the song of the chiffchaff chuckling a tune.
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Thank you Sherry!
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i luv the smooth flow of life in the seasons of your poem
Happy Mothers Day
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena!
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This is wonderful Kim, filled with a captivating zest.
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Thanks so much, Rob.
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It is interesting how these songs continue and perhaps build on one another. What began in April continues into May and into June. Same with those drops of snow. Sometimes it takes a long time for the last snowdrop to melt. At least it did here. And that encouraging air and those first flowers, there is nothing more beautiful to behold! Beautiful poem.
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Thank you kindly, Mary.
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Nice Images.
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Thank you!
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Props to the snowdrop for sticking around so long. I admire its tenacity, even withered as it is.
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😊
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Beautifully painted lines cascading to an enchanted close. Wonder full!
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Thank you, Wendy!
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How our hearts are lifted with the rush of spring and how beatifully you captured that in your beautiful poem. What a treat it was to read.
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Thank you so much, Robin.
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