spring flings in;
we twirl and spin between
the limbs and dance our
the sky’s addicting.
maybe we’re high
on dandelion fluff.
maybe we’ve achoo’d
our way to sun.
whatever the reason
we’ve decided spicy’s
just fine for any scribbled
It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and Lisa’s got a well-seasoned prompt for us. Come play!
Oh, I love how you turn “season” into “sea son” by letting that word have a line to itself.
“the sky’s addicting”
on dandelion fluff”
Thanks, Girl. You writin’?
I would enjoy it, certainly. But I doubt I’ll have the opportunity. We’ll see, though.
Wonderfully spicy title and beginning of a great adventure with your first line. A potent philosophy of “spicy … for any scribbled season.” Lovely poeming, De!
Thank you, Lisa. Awesome prompt word!
You’re welcome and thank you.
Nice De! Whatever the reason, it’s the sneezin’ season here in the PacNW. I think it’s the conifer pollens? When I first glanced at your title, Joni’s “Paprika Plains” flashed in my head — of course, a lot of disconnected stuff been flashin’ in my head recently… flashbacks?
How marvelous spring is – love the twirling and spinning as the dandelion fluff.
Enjoyed the wordplay and spicy is just fine for any season…
Great wordplay as usual. Lovely poem.
“the sky’s addicting.” – Yes, that bright blue against the new green! Your words, full of energy and playfulness, capture the spirit of newness.
Lovely, light and frothy as spring’s dancing ice-melt, seasoned with just a little spice of life.
Love the title.
Your lovely poem lived up to the spicy title!
Oh it sounds like you do the best with spring despite the sneasing
This is so cute and fun!
From title on, you seasoned my day, De.