Along the fields and lanes,
sloe and blackthorn hedges
are humming with bees.
Beneath the trees
and along the edges,
bluebells cast a heady scent
into a wistful April breeze
that teases the branches
of overdressed trees,
spilling pollen, a sugary
omen of fruitfulness.
In morning’s flickering light
and shadow, crocuses beckon
with purple and yellow splendidness.
Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2020
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Day 19 Play it Again in April 2020: Get Listed
On Thursday, April 19, 2018, Sanaa challenged us with a list of words. She asked us to choose one of the word groups in her list and use all four words to come up with our own brief creations, keeping them under 100 words. I chose omen, wistful, crocus and edge.
I’m merging this prompt with Kerry’s Skylover Wordlist, sourced from Dylan Thomas’s poetry collection Deaths and Entrances, from which the nineteenth word is ‘beckon’.
writing in north norfolk 
Oh, I adore this poem of spring beckoning!
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Thank you, Kerry!
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I love those crocuses beckoning with “purple and yellow splendidness.” 😀 This is gorgeously rendered, Kim 💝💝
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Thanks so much, Sanaa! ❤
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We may see them here, too, sometime soon, um maybe…I think (ie I hope). Have a great day, KR.
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And you, Ron!
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“teases the branches of overdressed trees”
I love that.
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Thank you, Nia!
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A beautiful ode to spring, the images are lovely🌹❣️🙏
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Thank you so much!❤
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This scene sounds absolutely gorgeous! I can almost smell the bluebells.
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This scene sounds absolutely gorgeous! I can almost smell the bluebells.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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So much to love in this spring poem… Sloe bloom is still weeks away, but I will seek it, I promise.
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what a beautiful, scented beckoning…
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Very Springy! A delight to read and visualise. I like your irregular rhymes, too.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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This is such a delightful poem Kim! It speaks with the breathless wonder of the Spring’s awakening, the budding up, the new to our tired eyes colours, as nature continues to work its miracles! What a pleasure to read and savour – now, more than ever – and since Spring is late-ish in my corner of the world, it certainly is helping to lift my spirits (not an easy task I add). 😃
I hope you’re feeling better Kim – be safe and well.
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Thank you, Pat. The anti-virus tablets and painkillers seem to have started to work and I’m feeling a bit better today, especially with bed rest last week. I’m so pleased you enjoyed this one.
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