by Ronald W. Hull
Sunday, May 02, 2010
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A Mayfly Hatch
In Spring, a man's thoughts turn to...
May flies in the face of spring.
Rainbow catches her in mid flight,
just after the dawn's first light.
Misty tastes the green buds,
On a wild cherry tree.
A blossom bursts for me.
Moss gathers no speed in morning sun,
snail slimes on, on the run.
Mocking birds picking him off just for fun.
Dappled leaves rock to and fro,
as if undecided where to go.
Hiding the ants a leaf to row.
Downstream to wait watery fate,
under the clear blue sky.
A dangle of feet, you and I.
Soft moss engages your bottom,
the hot sun makes you wanton.
Sweat slides down your mountain.
As I climb to the sky,
and wet my whistle when it gets too dry,
before the sun passes the afternoon by.
Martins purple the coming storm,
we rush for cover, safe and warm.
as May flies like a fling.
Copyright 2010 © Ronald W. Hull
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|well developed imagery enhances the thematic ambiance of this poem ...|
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|Excellent poem, Ronald|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|What a wonderful lyrical bounce to Spring!!! Great stuff, Ronald!
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Michael Guy
|Reminds me how much I miss a more northern place this time of year. Such fine poetry as usual but my mind turns toward Trout Fishing which I haven't done in 5 years! And here today it is 96 F. I wonder why anybody lives here but especially ME! I will be leaving soon when the car is fixed and other things done (I hope!)...
Great spring poetry.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Such lovely images and sentiments of the season, Ron. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|U get may flies and we get mosquito's...abundantly...;-) Ed|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|and "a blossom indeed burst for you" Ron -- a blossom that flowered this marvelous poem -- "dappled leaves rock to and fro" and "Martins purple the coming storm" are lines of great imagination and descriptive power -- surely the "May flies like a fling" -- peace and love be always with you my friend -- Jon Michael|