Yellowing

Always it seems sudden
the appearance of Spring bowls me over
a welcoming dog in turn welcome
as a long-looked-for lover, fixed
in a colour cast of primrose
arms wide enough for both
sweep aside the dead winter dust
heaving sighs and yet still seeking
– one weather eye out on the horizon
and two revenant riders
already yellowing along the sand

Selecting bowl, primrose, dust from Sanaa’s word list for her Get Listed: Late March edition

21 Comments on “Yellowing

  1. Whoooosh ❤️ This is incredibly lyrical in its wordplay, Laura 😀 I was blown away by; “as a long-looked-for lover, fixed in a colour cast of primrose arms wide enough for both.” Exquisite, exquisite work! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt. ❤️

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  2. Your poem is a bright celebration, a welcoming of spring. I just feel happier from reading it.

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  3. Simple and complicated, all at once. Lovely!. Been thinking of you – glad to see you here 🙂

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  4. kaykuala

    Always it seems sudden
    the appearance of Spring bowls me over

    One craves for the colors of spring-time and when it comes it is all too sudden. Very true Laura. We just want it fast

    Hank

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  5. Spring always bowls me over too, as if it has never happened before.

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  6. First of all, that artwork is really cool. And the euphoria we feel when spring is finally here … yet your poem alludes to (or so it seems to me) a not quite settling in – a questioning or a not as content as we should be – once spring has arrived. We need to just learn to enjoy the day, the moment.

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    • your observations are astute Margaret – the poem touches on that grit of discontent that mars even the best of moments – in this case summer is already beckoning
      p.s. thank you for your appreciation of the artwork – am exploring photoshop!

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