Spring flings herself forward
in falling blossoms, sacred
sun, singing trees.
We daisychain hands,
loop strains of song. Plant
Sometimes, the robin hums along.
Prompted by Prompt Nights with Sanaa over at A Dash of Sunny.
C’mon over and write a spring poem!
Whistles!!! ❤ ❤ This is soo beautiful 😀 Lovely the cadence and flow. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤ ❤
Lots of love,
Sacred sun and birds that hum. Your words hum, too. ❤
what a hum(dinger)!!!
I loved the joyousness you brought to these words De, well done.
I absolutely love the image that dances into my mind when I read “daisychain hands”. It smells of spring that dreams of summer, bright sun, and much laughter.
fantastic word pictures….
I think the robin hummed here – a fine poem planted and bloomed 🙂 Today daisychain hands are the answer!
This has such a nice flow to it, and really shows how the arrival of spring can make for a potent muse.
Such a happy way to describe Spring.
luv your activities of Spring
im happy you dropped by to read mine
Sevenlings are so much fun to do, aren’t they! Love this one, De!
I did a Sevenling for this prompt, too. You’ve started a contagious addiction. And it is a time of planting poems, isn’t it. Will return to Reno soon, and those robins will be humming.
We did spring break in Tahoe, but it was winter. 😉 Can’t wait for July, when we get to enjoy all that northern wildlife. 🙂