Silver Spring what do you bring

melting snow

Drip drip, the snow is loosing it’s grip and Winter Wonder is  looking tired. She has been dragging her skirts through the fields and turning then to slush it really is becoming bothersome to her as she does so hate to rush.

But who is this peeking through the cracks in the clouds, hiding in the buds of flowers and calling to Wonder but not too loud?

Spring Silver

It is her little sister the youngest of them all, most delicate and gentle soul,  Silver Spring the song birds all do her call.She is the light touch of a gentle breeze that  gently rustles through your hair. She runs her fingers along the branches and makes the snow to thaw then dances on our roofs and paths so it disappears some more.

She is dancing up and down the flower beds  and whispering to the buds, “Come on my little lovelys   it is time to raise your heads! Waking up the squirrels and every animal that hibernates, hurry hurry she gently coos I have filled your breakfast plates.

Silver Spring is busy waking up the leaves and buds that Autumn Annie put to sleep there really is so much to she has a routine to keep

Spring Crocus

Silver has to raise the flowers, the blossoms and the buds and prepare the farmers fields so he can grow his crops. Freeing up the lakes and rivers and the little streams as she dances through meadows she leaves behind hers grass and flowers lots of yellows and greens.

So as she wakes the sun and stokes up its warming fire the beauty of her season can be seen like silver glinting off of the church spire! Silver has to work slowly these things cannot be rushed  but just like her sisters she is arranging her canvas and her brush.

Silver is very lucky she has such a colour choice , blues, greens, yellow and purples I could go on until I loose my voice. Silver can be unkind and tempt you out to play the sky the flowers can trick you into thinking it is warm enough today.Wonder will be hiding and slip out on tippie toes and chap you knees and make red your nose.

Yes silver is the youngest and in her defence  there is much to say  she makes promise of what is yet to come and echoes what has just slipped away .

Silver Spring

Yes she has the echo of her oldest sister but once she has begun she wakes us all from long cold winter and warms us with a waking sun. The sap with in the trees and plants begins to rise. All the young men and the girls get a sparkle in their eyes.

The flowers and the crops all begin to wake and and grass begins to grow again hear the noise the mowers make. So welcome, welcome Silver Spring we sing your praises anew but now we must hurry off for there is so much spring cleaning to do.

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Androgoth
    Oct 13, 2011 @ 00:33:12

    What a truly delightful offering Willow, I have really enjoyed reading this one and I thank you for sharing it, as your splendid writing shines through my wickedly fine friend 🙂

    Androgoth XXx

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  2. willowdot21
    Oct 13, 2011 @ 07:25:30

    Thank you Androgoth I am so pleased you have enjoyed this one as I know it is very different to your style of writing. I enjoy reading your poems too very much this is the beauty of wordpress we get to see and meet such wonderful diversity! Have a wickedly fine day !!XX

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  3. penpusherpen
    Oct 13, 2011 @ 08:17:25

    A fantastic descriptive poem of Spring, Willow, stands as a compliment to your Winter Wonda one… Good idea for a theme…one for each…and Spring I love, as the awakening months, the looking forward, always new life, new hope.. xPenx

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  4. willowdot21
    Oct 13, 2011 @ 08:33:25

    Thanks Pen, I have done Autumn Annie, Winter Wonda , Silver Spring so there is only summer left to attempt.At the moment I am working on one about loneliness and grief. I hope you are having a good day be well and happy xxxx

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  5. zumpoems
    Oct 13, 2011 @ 15:33:17

    This is great material for a compilation of stories. The first seven paragraphs are exceptionally strong. The rhyme of “choice” with “voice” is a little awkward or forced for me and maybe the toes/nose sentence could be stronger. That eighth paragraph is the only one that I think I would look at improving.

    That said this is a wonderful, beautiful story and is a great candidate for an anthology of your very special stories.

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  6. willowdot21
    Oct 13, 2011 @ 16:23:23

    again, thank you I shall shall check out that eight paragraph and see what is what! d=_+b xx

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  8. Lisa
    Oct 19, 2014 @ 12:25:34

    They like it. 😉

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