Take me to the bower
Where the scent from perfumed flowers
Is released by the showers
From spring rain
Where buds relinquish drips
From the life-blood that they sip
And harmonic rhythm trips
To life again.
Take me to the grasses undulating in the fields
Where the greens and yellow golds wave in the breeze
Take me quickly, now, from the depths of winter’s grip,
Take me, darling, there, please take me, please.
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I was getting warm reading that…or is that what it was for, over in your ‘coolish’ climes?
Very nicely written momus, have to go have a cool shower now 😀
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Just warmin’ up the cockles on a cold, Glaswegian morn,
‘fore heading out to school on icy streets,
Just simmerin’ at the thought of the spring time days ahead,
‘fore popping head up out from cosy sheets!
And you have to remind me that you have summer! Bugger. 😉
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We’ve actually gone out in sympathy. The nights have become very cool and I’m even putting a warmer shirt on of a morning because the breeze is a bit cool.
It’s very bizzare, this is our last month of summer and the most humid part where it’s 95 F (35C) and you lay in a pool of sweat at night. I’ve put on a light cover so I don’t freeze during the night. I’m really beginning to think that we have had a pole shift, the seasons are really going out of whack!
Your little tune is reminding me that those chilly nights are around the corner, maybe I should sneak over and enjoy your new found warmth that will be arriving soon 🙂
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Bizarre? I’ll tell you what’s bizarre. Two hours ago I was having home made Scotch broth after coming in out of the cold and now I’m tucked under a duvet eating ice-cream and pineapples. Cold/hot. Hot/cold. It works! I’m even speculating having more. But I’d have to get up then. Hmmm, decisions. Feck it. I’m having more! Something’s sprung if it’s not quite Spring yet. Thinking brain, maybe. Wonder if that’s why lambs gambol. Sorry, losing it. Ice cream’s calling. With a yodel. Lost it.
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Your mind is just hatching for the spring momus, enjoy the gambol as you yodel into your ice cream 😀
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Now I’m a hatchling. Knew I was getting younger. It’ll be a bottle next. Nah, tomorrow for that. 😉
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So it would seem! Must be the scent of spring in my nostrils or just wishing for its onset. 🙂
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Oh God. …please come spring. Please. I missed last spring in the hospital and it’s my favorite season. I’m actually aching for it…
Wonderful poem! 🙂
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Thanks, Lisa. I’m the same for getting shot of Winter. Spring’s like a temptress I can’t wait to meet! Every year. 🙂
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And I didn’t even get to kiss her last year! I’m dying of longing. 😢
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Well, snog her face off this year! I’m gonna! 😉
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