Strawberries bake on sundrenched
mounds to the east of me. Oranges
are being harvested to the west.
Newly mown grass lies splayed
in the wake of our mower blades.
I rock to a rhythm of spring time
amidst the heavenly scent of Gardenias
that bloom on both sides of our porch
while winter chill carries on to the north.
1 comment:
Great sensory images of southern spring. We are getting just a hint here - the first red buds, fruit trees, wisteria, but cool wind from the north. YOu inspire me to maybe try an early spring poem later. Thanks.
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