Already!
Who flicks the magic switch
to turn on the buds jasmine
and pansies on the exact date?
Maybe it's the man in the moon
the one who chases you
up and down the street
makes the dogs howl and the
bath water swirl like a whirlpool
gurgling down the plug hole
Sunday
Centennial Park is blooming
New Monet and Matisse coloured plantings
blend with dark green sculptural spikes
finally, a gardener who is not colour blind
Grey fluff'd downy cygnets waddle between
their parents arthritic spindly legs to
the honking of geese wandering around
calmly at peace with nice humans who venture
out at this time of year on a car free Sunday
I wonder why the black swans are so polite
to the muscovy ducks?
An animal behavioural scientist provides
a slick explanation concerning the
pecking order of the food chain
The swans ducks and I laugh
Monday
Mad Hatters Tea Party
Artists get together
A cloud of primavera wafts
through the beautiful young people
dotted amongst a cornucopia of macaroons
fruit chocolate marshmellow roses and
chinese lanterns suspended from branches
Alices in Wonderland...a small Blackman frieze
at a long table under an ancient fig tree
Mangoes and black cherries are early this year
Someone placed a bunch of jonquils under my nose
kissed the nape of my neck in the late afternoon
It must be Spring
*Our warmest first day of Spring since 1863
My word, those ornamental cabbages are veritable towers! It all looks languid and luscious rather as your poem sounds. Is that you in the white titfer?
ReplyDeleteNo.I took the photos.Languid and luscious it was. Wish you were here to enjoy it with us.
ReplyDeleteRall, that is the most beautiful poem of yours that I have read - I shall read it again and again as autumn descends on us here. You've also taken some gorgeous pictures.
ReplyDeleteThank you Viv. September is a beautiful month everywhere in the world.
ReplyDeleteMay your Spring be lightly showered and bring you bright flowers and champaign.
ReplyDeleteWhaa thank you Miss Scarlet.
ReplyDeleteYou inspired me with a silly autumn one: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2010/09/01/silly-stuff/
ReplyDeleteHow nice to read a poem anticipating spring / summer, as we are winding down toward fall. And the party looks like SUCH fun!
ReplyDeleteIt was Mary. Fun is important. Too much breast beating and angst is very boring.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous place you live in; your poem does it justice.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tilly.Sadly the beauty of this city is constantly being eroded by the introduction of ugly contemporary souless concrete development and the destruction of old growth trees. I am going to take more photos. So much has been lost already.
ReplyDeleteThe swans had best be careful--those muscovies have no boundaries. The ones in our (not so gorgeous) centennial park produced some interesting-looking mallards.
ReplyDeleteLovely party. "cloud of primavera" is especially grand
I love the glimpses of nature you have given us in this poem, and the party looks like such fun. I hope you have a beautiful summer to follow your early spring.
ReplyDeleteThank you Diane.Summer is my favourite season here.
ReplyDeleteYou feast our eyes, then our ears, fill our senses with your sense of these moments. What a gift you have given us. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Thank you for your generous comments Barbara and Elizabeth
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photos and words. Summer passed on here and I'm bereft - hoping for more of your flowers, parties and lovely spring/summer events to help me through the cold white dark months. Oh, yes.
ReplyDeleteLot of pics coming up to make Blossom Buds cosy for winter!
ReplyDelete"I wonder" indeed! Rich scene. Love those birds, flowers, fruits. AND the kiss on the nape! Some things are happily early, yet there is always a question!
ReplyDeleteThanks Deb. Mystery is one of life's little leitmotifs I suppose.
ReplyDeleteWhat a treat Rall!In Chennai no season is much to speak of.
ReplyDeleteThank you Uma. I had to google Chennai...ah, that
ReplyDeleteis why you like the Tamil songs. Silly me!