After Alice Nine’s nod to this A A Milne poem:
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
“Winter is dead.”
I tried my hand at adopting the rhyme pattern and idea.
Here is my spring poem-
Violet
She’s hidden under the last brown leaves
She’s hidden under the snow
But her heart shaped leaves, in spiral crown
Slowly, persistently, grow.
Orange pollen forms within her
The bees circle, looking down
Soon violet will be visible
Adorned in purple gown.
Lovely, Fran! Your photo and words are so welled paired. I’m partial to violets because my mother loved them and had them indoors and outdoors. I have one potted African violet that thrives in spite of me… it blooms almost continually.
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Great poem. I shared this with my wife because violets are her favorite flower.
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Love this poem. The rhythm and description of the lovely violet. Gives me hope for spring!
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Wasn’t it something to see the blooming daffodils adrift in the snow this morning?
I like the promise of Spring in your poem – in spite of being hidden under the snow, the violet is growing and will soon come into her own glory:))
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Wonderful word choices and great rhythm…. a beautiful poem! 🙂 ~JudyK
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Wow! That is really great! I think you have to count this poem as a major success. Love it!
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Such a lovely violet and such a lovely poem. She’ll push through soon enough!
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Absolutely stunning. Full of hope and promise … a joy to read!
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Wow, to see the world through your poet’s eyes!! The language is so vivid- “heart shaped leaves, in spiral crown” and “adorned in purple gown”! Thank you for sharing.
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