Summer Blossoms
The sad skies of spring wept for 36 days,
life blood tears for the blooms of summer.
Shed of their winter garb and June’s gloom,
they sprout from the Manhattan
all pale skin and pretty print dresses.
Beautiful “look at me” buds
on every corner fight for a flicker
of the sun’s attention. Their fragile
petals and long stems so eager
to be clipped, arranged, adorned
and loved on a dinning room table.
On every corner of the city, the scent
of new petals and flash of vibrant colors
distract the eye. Alas, the pursuit
of summer blossoms is a young man’s game,
but I do so like to watch and recall
my fertile days afield.
SMG
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smiles...when i was in nyc last year, end of march, the cherry trees were blossoming..but there were surely all kind of beautiful look-at-me buds on two legs as well... smiling at the dining room table part..
I specially like the opening verses ~ Here we are still in the grip of winter garb ~ I can't wait to clip and arrange those bright blooms on my table ~
Oh yes.. those little flowers are starting to show... Sometimes I have to look long at the crocuses....
I really enjoyed the last stanza. The scent of new petals and flash of vibrant colors. So beautiful to see after the long cold winter.
Ah--beautiful flowers and lovely women. Both are wonderful to watch in Spring.
How refreshing.
Smart, beautiful writing!
I really enjoyed the opening stanza..the transition of seasons.
Yes, the colors of spring... from a man's eye. = )
"Alas, the pursuit
of summer blossoms is a young man’s game,
but I do so like to watch and recall
my fertile days afield."
Loved the metaphor in this, the relationship of buds, petals, flowers to young women. Am sure this has been done before, but you have written it in such a way that it does not feel cliche'. I especially liked the last line. Nicely penned!
Beautiful. A tremendous piece of writing. Best of all, I thought, the hope and energy of that glorious second stanza, contrasted with the looking-back of the last.
When is a blossom not a blossom? I enjoyed the perspective you added to the obvious.
So much from the males perspective in this Spring tribute. I smiled at the dining room table. Spring does bring out the best in many different ways.
Very lovely poem and made me almost think you were referring to the young ones I see so often outside with the smallest hint of warmth! Vying for attention!
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