THE PRIMROSE - a re-post for the renewal of Spring!

Peeping from beneath the tree,

I heard the primrose speak to me.

Winter's done, I heard it say,

Warmer days are on their way.

 

Mother Nature waits on me

(The "First Rose" is my name, you see)

While other flowers lie abed,

I welcome Spring and show my head.

 

Then, with the golden daffodil,

I gild the countryside until

In turn the other blooms appear,

Assured that Summer's lease is near.

 

Peeping from beneath the tree,

I heard the primrose speak to me.

When nature lives her life anew,

You'll hear the primrose speak to you.

primrosespring

◄ LOVE TAUGHT HIM

THE VOICE OF SUMMER ►

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 5th Apr 2015 12:55

Thank you, Tilly. I'm happy my lines gave you pleasure.

Tilly

Sun 5th Apr 2015 09:00

Just lovely :)

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 4th Apr 2015 18:14

Thanks JC - a favourite short poem is Housman's
"Loveliest of Trees" - and I stay with the belief that
for some things "less is more". Neither trees nor flowers are in need of flowery phraseology.

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John Coopey

Fri 3rd Apr 2015 23:23

Simple rhythms for a simple flower. Very apt, MC. My prims and pollys are looking good.

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