DAINTY PINK DREAMS

DAINTY PINK DREAMS

Spring comes like the long awaited pink dream

The sun-kissed air spilled with a perfume of woody almond and vanilla ice cream…

Cherry blossom bouquets in vivid contrast to skies cerulean,

The glow of champagne blush, serenading the cotton-candy clouds with their wistful paean!

In the moonlight, they're incandescent pearls on a gnarled bough

Lustre washed silver shimmer by a celestial artist through and through!

It's the wedding of myriad blooms of tints lilac, lavender, mauve and white

Silken confetti showering the earth with multitude delight!

Million hues of green knock on the doors of wintertide

Ballads of birdsongs bid dulcet goodbyes to the snow queen

Fervently she casts aside her snowy duvet

Stepping out on tiptoes from the rime spangled bassinet

With promises of sweet summer rain and floral infused breeze

Spring she becomes, buzzing alive with verdant canopies, lush creepers and posies

Apricot hues replace the whites, ashen and dove grays

Rejuvenated and invigorated by spilling coy sun rays

Chartreuse sprigs spurt on branches once rugged and bare

Larks and wrens celebrate with a chorus of songs rare

Florid garths are a ballroom beckoning all the belles

Like a true love's kiss, primroses bloom blushing tangerine at the tips

April sun brings with it masterpieces of smaragdine and honeyed stalks

Wildflowers in the glades and downy sorrel, carpets our walks

Poppies roll and quiver against the green

Brilliant rubies rivaling the toasty sun like a diva in velvety sheen

Upon the knolls, the daisies waltz to the choir of the zephyr

Rabbits scamper about my feet in all frolic and fervour

Every bloom of aster is a riot of purples and magenta

Burgeoning buds are danseuse in exotic fabrics taffeta

Moorlands brim with jubilant carols of primavera orchestra

Verdure waves are splattered with polka dots of varicoloured plethora

From the rain-drenched mud, sprout golden clusters

Buttercups and Jonquils of burnished yellows, a muse for poets and songwriters

Meandering through the lea is an irenic grace

As summer skirts sweep along the chiffon petals blanketing them with lace

Upon the quilts of clover as I tippy toe

Lucky charms of shamrock I gather, it's my December mistletoe

Thawed brooks and streams dance in rippling grandeur

Flowing and bubbling again making music with mighty ardour

Swards of grass sway to the rhythm of the melody

If you could hear them, they're rejoicing, singing 'Howdy, Reverdie!

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

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