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

21 thoughts on “Yellowing”

1. I like it, I cannot tell you why, I just like it.

   1. that is just how it should be! thank you Sherwood

2. 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. ❤️

   1. many thanks Sanaa for the whooosh – and the prompt. It was a great selection to choose from

3. I love the image of spring as a welcoming dog, Laura!

   1. it wags its tail and gives yellow smiles Kim!

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

   1. Thanks Susie – unusually upbeat for me but then it is Spring at last

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

   1. glad to see you as always Jilly – thanks for the thoughts and the summing up.

6. 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

   1. to arrive quickly and stay longer – after all winter seems to get the lion’s share

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

   1. so true – like a revelation

8. Like being bowled over by Spring. Your last two lines gave me a chuckle.

   1. the spectres of summer

9. 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.

   2. 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!

10. perfect!!!

    1. ❤

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