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Sacre du printemps
by William F DoughertyThe evangelical sun exults,
a meadow floats, and tulips blare,
daffodils and cardinals shine
in bronzy air.
A grumble of bees in tiger vests
belly nectar bloom to bloom,
sip sugared ayes from violets
and lilac plume.
Bluebirds on forsythia sense
an exfoliating wonder:
mountainsides of tardy buds
unfold in taffeta thunder.
09/04/2012 Posted on 09/04/2012
Copyright © 2025 William F Dougherty
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/05/12 at 12:03 AM Beautiful imagery...poetic snapshot. I especially like: A grumble of bees in tiger vests |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/05/12 at 02:21 AM Even as I welcome the first evening chill leading to fall, this spring landscape is very inviting. Thanks! |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 09/09/12 at 10:18 PM wow - that is breath-taking and makes me want to pause in this summer's eve to breathe in the air and walk through a field of blooms |
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