A stray bare branch
raps against teary, dreary panes
I tap the barometer
rain-no-change its outlook
I’m looking out, a stir-crazy lady
gardener stuck in an indoor mire
mired in mud, daffodils
have raised swathes of souffle-lemon
I’ve a taste of things to come
Joining De in her 44 word count quadrille: Stir
Nice! stir crazy did come to mind but my poem had a mind of its own today
much love…
great minds Gillena
Oh, delicious. Such bright yellow spring anticipation shines throughout this.
nothing like a bright up ending 🙂 thanks for the prompt De
Daffodils let us know spring is on the way! This has been a wet stir-crazy winter!
Indeed
Ah, for the taste of beautiful things to come!
oh yes – optimism on the horizon
🙂 Always!
ah. i love the emotions conveyed through imagery.
the essence of poetry!
I cannot agree more!
Lovely imagery here – ‘the swathes of soufflé’… – is a ripper – and the repetition of mire/mired across the stanzas is so clever – it’s like opening a window…terrific stuff.
many thanks for this Peter – I especially like your ‘opening a window’ given the cloistered atmosphere of the first 2 stanzas- just as I hoped the poem sounded
The daffodils are a taste of things to come.
indeed
A lovely taste to relish!!
thank you – there is taste in optimism 🙂
Thank you for thr beautiful ‘taste to come! 🙂😘
my pleasure Marina – thanks for tasting
🤗😘
Ah, the lemon-souffle taste of daffodils is so original. And delicious! Stir-crazy gardeners unite.
thanks Victoria -I wanted something different to yellow and souffle came to mind especially with all that yellow now rising out of the ground 😉
p.s. Yay! we are united in our desire to get out there and get our hands dirty again
I love this part best:
mired in mud, daffodils
have raised swathes of souffle-lemon
I’ve a taste of things to come
Spring season is glorious!
thank you Grace – it is a bright ending for a change!
I love the taste of spring to come… even though the first part of the poem is weighted in the mud.
Then and now make for contrasts!
So glad those daffodils, and the crocus and heather, go about their business blooming even when we can’t get out into the garden. Nice capture of the feeling of being stir-crazy.
Thanks Linda
The taste of your poetic work is beautifully well expressed. The Yellow spring shines in goodness. 🙂
What a nice comment – many thanks
You’re welcome Laura. 🙂
“mired in mud, daffodils
have raised swathes of souffle-lemon”
I love your use of language. The quote above is outstanding.
thank you for your appreciation ❤
Beautiful poem and photo, Laura! Love the bright color and light. 🙂
thanks Amy – that’s the kind of light we photographers always on the look out for!