The Edge of Spring

[Scube]

The breezes prowled in from the South
Then leaped accross the glen;
The startled grasses in the mead
Like sheep before them ran.

The hills put on their bonnets,
The sun, a woolen cloak;
The fir trees bending to be heard
In whispered voices spoke

To Asters waking in the woods
Who had not heard the news:
How sharp the sting of March's claw,
How lovely April's shoes.

[V.Jayalakshmi]

Dear Scube,

Yes,Mirth was in the air as April walked,

For when spring approaches,can summer be far behind.

[blp]

Nicely done.

[V.Jayalakshmi]

Dear Blp,
I think you try to walk on that edge of spring.Wishes,so beautiful remains unfullfilled and hence are always beautiful.Yearning and then hope alternates.

[asilef73]

The breezes prowled in from the South
Then leaped accross the glen;
The startled grasses in the mead
Like sheep before them ran.


I loved the whole thing but got the strongest image from this verse. well done :)

[MrBojangle]

Your poem was perfect. But i feel if you add colors to your poem, it would be beyond perfect.

[Scube]

Just a note of thanks for your comments on my poem - Edge of Spring.

Best Wishes,
Scube