It's Spring and pollen fills the air
Changing colors everywhere
Dusting all that is in sight
Morphing cars to colored fright
My blue car now, has turned to green
The ugliest green I've ever seen
But underneath this powdered kiss
The seeds of fruited, bonding bliss
Nature shares her pallet well
Covers all in tinted wealth
Makes a temporaray change
To share a technicolored Spring
The best of all she offers here
It comes with Easter colored cheer
Mother Nature times her play
To give us more than a mere display
Afterall Spring is new growth
When old time Winter goes for broke
She dresses up just as she pleases
Tosses in a few good sneezes
I love Springtime and hued arrays
However ... pollen colors my days.
What beautiful morphing it is, too. Like fairy dust! But the results in terms of producing the bountiful harvest and blessing is like golddust. We are presented with all the manifold beauty of Nature's treasure casket opened for us in your lines. Spring is the earth's organza and chiffon as she dresses up for the Summer Ball! :)) Taut lines as always, Susan. TY Kate xx
Springtime is wonderful and a time that calls for our renewal in spite of all our faults and flaws, May all our shortcomings melt away to uncover the special love that lives within all of us. It's
a beautiful season and this is an awesome poem. Love, Pierre
Perfect !she says as she sneezes for the 10th time;-)I'll bear the sneeze as long as I can view the beauty of the trees! Superb poem Susan!
Love,
Eileen
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Reviewed on April 9, 2007
Such a good poem. In south Carolina we had that yellow pine dust to contend with. I don't miss that stage of spring but as this last week here up north Mother Nature throws a bit more of snow our way I surely long for that road in your picture. Lady J
Ah this warms my heart for winter gave us one last pounding here in Nova Scotia on Easter eve with a raging snow storm that dumped a foot of snow and cold high piercing winds more appropriate for Christmas. So your look at a warmer sunnier more colourful place is welcomed. Hugs Susan hope you had a great Easter.
sniff....yeah, it is springtime here in New Mexico too and the winds are high, blowing pollen everywhere. My eyes are swollen, nose running, coughing until I nearly gag and waking up at night just to breathe...all this, and I still love spring!!! Wonderful poem, Susan.
Take care,
Sherry
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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But I must say...old time winter is still alive and well.
Cold on the ocean tonight...BRRR
I thing life made me a tough cookie..lol!!
Love Tinka
Summertime is such good times
Falltime is sometimes a crime
Wintertime death in its prime
a beautiful season and this is an awesome poem. Love, Pierre
Ron
Light and Wisdom ...
Love,
Eileen
The seeds of fruited, bonding bliss
Nature shares her pallet well
She truly does!
Fee
Enjoyed and agree. A-a-a-a CHOO!!!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn (who knows what it's like. Allergies. ICK.).
Take care,
Sherry
Bless you. :)
Pollen is the sign that Spring has sprung; even though it makes us sneeze, the results are beautiful. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hope you had a wonderful Resurrection Sunday!