- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I see good signs on the roads
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Click hereFor one, the Forsythias are at it again
Brandishing arching yellow golden hairdos
It’s full blown free styling head spinning time!
Second, my fifth sense besottedly claims:
Absolute recognition of sweet plus
‘Je n’sais quoi’ scent is definitely back!
Third, the sign on my neighbor’s car recommends:
“Build it like you own it”, good language, note to self:
MUST decide on the lamp I have never assembled!
Fourth, new signs have recently grown
On yards cars and lawns, promising
Hope and renewal, suggesting
Of old bushes ridding!
- COMMENTS
DawnJabout 16 years ago...and groan! Such exuberant good cheer, when my chest has just recovered from its last bout of rib-cracking sneezing! I guess spring's okay...if you like that sort of thing!
Just teasing... This is really good!!
UnderYourSpellabout 16 years agoGlad your spring has arrived our Forsythia is now in the green of leaves!
KOLKOREabout 16 years agoAuthorand lay out before you (who else) my personal failing. But first thanks so much for sharing my seasonal enthusiasm (even this mild winter here in the Mid-Atlantic have been hard on me...). Ok my failure. At the last stanza I have tried to subtly hint not only at signs for ridding of old bushes which grow from the ground... Indeed in my area they are now all over, readying us for the coming elections...
unpredictablebijouabout 16 years agonicely personal and accessible, and just the sort of celebration of Spring I've been eager to read lately. Thanks!
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThe promise is here of what's finally in the air, a hint that Spring will finally break out. And while they've already bloomed in the South, the daffodils here are about to explode in yellow glory of their own.
