To springdom come

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Are you
crocus brave,
daffodil shy
or blue squills
friendly? Perhaps
forsythia wild,
or tulip strong?
No? Then there’s
always rose nasty
(June lazy,
thorn thirsty)
to fall back onto…

Aye, exactly,
blown all out of proportion.

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Thank you for reading To springdom come, and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

The photograph is entitled The sheep are in the meadow and was taken along Hope St. in Providence, RI. Lyn has identified the blue flowers as “blue squills,” a plant indigenous to southern Russia and the Ukraine. They are stunning in bright patches! For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh where you will find two closely related postings, To springdom come 1 and To springdom come 2.

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Photograph, poem and notes © 2014 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. The poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original written work found on this site, unless noted otherwise. The attribution claimed under the license is: © 2014 by John Etheridge, https://bookofpain.wordpress.com. The photograph is not licensed for use or reproduction in any way, unless so granted in writing by the copyright owner.

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4 responses to “To springdom come

  1. Pruning shears piqued,
    mud frustrated,
    and mower tired.
    But scent of rain ravished.

    • That’s wonderful! You need to add yet another blog, of poetry! Thank you very much for dropping by.

      • Commenting on WordPress is my poetic way of saying, “Yeah, I know the yard has a list, but my ass is soooo comfortable in this chair. And beauty.”

      • Isn’t life odd that all winter you look forward to spring, all spring to nice weather, every Friday evening to rain on Saturday morning so that it’s not your fault that you can’t work in the garden? Hmmm…