spring Flowers

 

Silver slopes slanting

With their gleaming glow

Reflecting from barn rooftops

And a silver silo

 

On a distant hill

Cross flung fields gleaming gold

Crusading crowning colors

Parading a sense of bold

 

Beyond rustic fence posts

Where crooked barbed wire

Wastes away, bent, hanging

From their heat harried hosts

 

A fence of tall trees

Corralling waves of gold seas

Silver slopes shine through days hours

With a smile from springs flowers

 

 

Author's Note

slightly premature

Reviews

[M]

Hey, I'm new, and I really like your work.

[john l smith]

Thanks M
Enjoy your stay here
many many great poets (not me) on this site
Dave B

[kentuck14]

Ahh . . . no harm in priming the anticipation, my friend. This is a lovely little ditty. Trees are budding down here in Kentucky . . . not to rub it in too much.
T.

[john l smith]

lucky you
We are on the verge. It has been a bit of a wait this year which makes it even that much more appreciated

[kentuck14]

enjoy your Canadian Spring . . . did I mention that my son-law-law is Canadian? From Victoria . . . now in California.

[john l smith]

Once a west coaster, always a west coaster (Ithink)

[Chris Shaw]

This is a lovely write Dave. So visual, and with a promise of things to come. You paint a pretty picture with your words. Hope all is OK with you.

Chris

[john l smith]

thanks Chris
All is well, sun is shinning, birds are singing and the day is young
Best 2U

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you. Getting near dinner time here. Been a nice sunny day, although still cold. Take care.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for this picture, john. yesterday here actually felt like the artist in the sky was getting quite ready to start painting what you put into words.
j.

[john l smith]

Here is to him that he keeps finding good reason
Have a good day
Dave B

[Stella Armour]

well the daffodils are already swaying like the waves of the sea in this constant wind.... a lovely write to welcome the spring..