Today’s prompt is to write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words.
The word I chose is ‘Flosculous’ – it means ‘In full bloom’
My poem for today, ‘Summer is finally here’
Gratitude sweeps over me, like
the morning breeze that blows
before the sun's woken up,and the sky
is a cerulean blue, and the moon, a powdery white.
A crisp,cool,woody scent tingles my nostrils
and gently dabs my drowsy eyelids awake
as I step out of my apartment onto the pavement
for my morning walk, the first in months.
The wind rushes to envelope me, licks my ears and the tip of my nose
And follows me as I walk enthralled, after weeks of forced
hibernation;I tread softly lest I should awaken
the still sleeping trees and the nodding blades of grass
A cat saunters, a dog cocks up its ear as I walk by
Disinterested, it lowers its head on its forelegs and shuts its eyes
I breathe in gratitude; the splashing sound of water has me turning-
it's the cleaners walking to the cars with their overfull plastic buckets
A caw here, a tweet there; a cuckoo calls longingly,
the leaves stir; a halo spreads a soft, pale glow across
the skies and the earth;I see the first signs of life
after an extended winter- the trees in the park are dense
and pregnant with fruit- green bulbs adorning branches
in clusters like Diwali lights, and once bare branches
of trees are flosculous - bursting to the seams in yellow,
Pink,white and red- an umbrella of petalled and feathery blooms.
Winter's gone and Summer is finally here.
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Additional reading from NaPoWriMo, “Our daily featured online magazine is TYPO, which has published thirty-three issues, all of which you can browse. From their newest issue, I’ll point out Jasmine Dream Wagner’s “Fallen Angels,” a rumination on life in the internet age.”
19 responses to “NaPoWriMo Day 2 – Summer is finally here”
Very nice. Spring is still trying to fend off the cold here but the spirit of summer is creeping into our minds.
Thank you so much, Dan for reading. We don’t get Spring. From Winter, we jump into Summer. It gets so hot during the day, that I’m waiting for the rains now. I hope you have a lovely Summer.
This is so lovely, Smitha! Love the images you created.
Summer is finally here too and it is already too hot!
Thank you very much,Punam for your lovely comment. Here too, it’s so hot, I can’t help but wait for the rains.
Which part of the world are you in?
You are welcome, Smitha. I am in Delhi. And you?
Ah…that explains the heat:). I’m in Mumbai.
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Beautifully written Smitha.
Nice to see summer is here and can feel it from your awesome poem, Smitha. Great post.
Awww…thank you Kamal. I’m so glad you agree since we share the same Summer. XXX
Yes absolutely true Smitha. Always welcome,💕💕💕
Such an ode to summer. Lovely imagery.
Thank you, dear Sonia for visiting and your warm words. I appreciate it very much.
Lovely imagery!
“And with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby.
Thank you so much. So happy you liked it. Loved this quote from, The Great Gatsby. Thank you for sharing it. It’s beautifully put.
Happy for you. We have Spring that feels not so much like spring. We’ll get there. We must. Happy summer to you.
Loved this. Even the shape is lovely.
Oh Selma. It’s always good to hear from you. Thank you for reading the poem and writing back. I’m so happy you loved the poem. I wish you a warm Summer. XXX
Apart from learning a new word, this feels like a poem of joy and real celebration Smitha, it draws on all the senses to make me feel it vividly.
Hearing you say this means a lot 🙂 You are the expert on all things nature, so, I’m thrilled. Thank you, dear Andrea.