Spring always sneaks up on me...
Maybe its the siege mentality I get
Waiting for work to pick up
And the weather to be less gloomy
Missing football and hunting
This year, I'm going to pay more attention...
But the weeds are a foot high in places already!
Pastel green leaves peek through
The billows of white pear blooms; petals fall like snowflakes-
(It just wasn't a good year to shorten it up a bit)
I might could squeak in a couple of peach trees below the deck
If I hurry...
My world is the deck overlooking the forest...
Hammock stained with morning coffee
A bad idea I refuse to give up on.
Wife and me in the hot tub, bubbles and steam, ignored
By the squirrels, cardinals, blue jays, slate gray juncos, purple finches And ... was that a gold finch? Yes! it is! still mostly green with hints of bright yellow, with black wings...
They jockey for tables
Fine dining; lines of birdseed dressing the bench backs built into the Railing, The squirrel lays on her belly and rakes it in with both paws...
I can't wait for the indigo buntings to get here.
They flit and feed with the cardinals; flying rubies and sapphires
The blue jays are building in the pine branch thirty feet away...
We'll need hard hats this year!
Last year's beheading of the sweet gums released the twin white oaks
Attracting wood peckers, Pileated and ladder-backs
Poles for feeding, nesting and drumming
Carolina jasmine winds up the pines
Coloring the forest with yellow innocence
Splashing butter on whipped potato mounds
Of blooming parsley hawthorne
The dogwoods pose like rows of brides in white
Fading into creme de menthe distance
Nestled in leaf litter
Sheltered under the umbrella of guardian oaks
Jonquils and daffodils spring up in clusters
That make me wonder what hands placed them there
Purple cascades of wisteria hang in grape clusters
Beauty strangling her host
Pregnant dark clouds threaten to dilute
My mint tea
But I ain't moving...
Author notes
Enjoy...
Written March 14th, 2006
A contest entry
- Choose Your Deity by dewfall.
450 points, ended October 28, 2006, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Write me a Painting!!!-----extended by Lost-Rose-Petal.
300 points, ended January 21, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Evoke My Artistic Vision by crazylittledevil.
440 points, ended March 20, 2007, 24 entries
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300 points, ended May 28, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i can see colours and birdsong and mammals scurrying about,also crickets, frogs and inverts stridulating,great stuff here sounds like a mountain retreat your in lovely
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Thanks so much for the silver. I take care of trees for a living, you are a conservationist, I recall?
Here is another of mine http://allpoetry.com/poem/4193337
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Again!
your beautiful Thalia poem!! we meet again... this poem won my contest and deservedly so... good luck in this one!
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This write contains good imagery and vibrantly detailed colours. The amount of birds, animals and flowers you have crammed into this piece has left my head spinning. The poem stumbles into flow so often it is hard to determine the intended rhythm, and it detracts from the overall feeling slightly. A good write, just a little overwhelming.
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Oh, may we come and visit..how could you not be a poet and live in such?
color flits from branch to branch and I am drawn into this picture by your beautiful descriptions. The poem reads like a bevy of birds.
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amazing
i loved the imagery!! great write!!! you did an amazing job on this!! good luck in my contest!!
MINDIE
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Just got back from the forest and found you honor me with the Gold! But the best is that you enjoyed it. This fall, for the first time in twenty years, three deer have been visiting to eat pears and now we leave them corn, which disappears in the night. One midnite, I peeked out to see them gliding across the yard like spirits...
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very well done
How light the strain when, decked in vernal bloom,
Thalia tuned her lyre of melody
how sweet the refrain of this muse of poems and comedy!!! -
excellent
i think for this contest this is the winner... i enjoy the reality here and yes it is sometimes in life where the divine touches us most languidly, most subtle is the realsation that life has quite stolen you away... -
Thalia is the muse of pastoral poetry, in addition to being the muse of comedy. This is definately pastoral poetry.
She has surely inspired you to write this. Thank you for sharing this idyllic poem about your backyard. I give you my applause, and I wish you best of luck in the contest! 
Jim
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Great
I just dove right into this head first and wallowed. Such beauty, imagery and just plain living. I love the thought of all the birds. To have a wife to share a hot tub is a blessing.
This is one terrific read! hugs WolfHeart -
"But I ain't movin'..."
Haha, beautifully penned.
Thanks for the entry.
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Exquisite
Ahhh...This is an absolute beauty of a poem. Reminds me of when my husband and I lived in Georgia. Our back yard bordered a 6 or 7,000 acre national park. Deer, wild turkeys and Wisteria galore! You have lovingly described the magnificence of nature waking up for another year. You have a fantastic talent, so many expressive phrases "creme de menthe distance" and numerous others. You live in paradise and appreciate its glory. Kudos to you!
Deb...
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That's not the back yard I remember...
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