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| Kay Davies, 2013 |
just as Spring is finally here
with tulips and blossoms and all
the wind blows in
at a terrible rate
and all of the blossoms fall
they cover the ground
with the white of the snow
and the wind hurts my ears
and my eyes
the house is shook up
and the house is shook down
but the rain doesn’t come
so we didn’t drown
then the buzzing of bees
can be heard in the trees
on the leeward side of the house
so I rush with my camera
pink blossoms to see
and I click until I
am scared off by a bee
Izy's Out of Standard challenge at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asks us to write about the darker side of the season of Spring. We had some strong west winds blowing the blossoms off the trees in our back yard, just as the ornamental crabapple tree on the east side of the house was coming into bloom. Today, the tree is full of honey bees, and their buzzing did send me heading back inside.
I've included a video here, from one of my favorite movies, The Commitments (1991), because I paraphrased the name of the song for the title of this blog post.
21 comments:
Pink blossoms on cars are the best ... each its own float while the bees look for the live plants like you with your camera! Thanks for the song too!
That picture of the bee give me a scare! Those bees can drive you away. Hope the winds don't pick up again tonight!
Hi Kay! How are you? We still have cold weather and a strong icy wind every now and then. We should have had a lovely spring with warm weather, but it doesn't look like that!
I hope that it won't be too cold, when my Australian family comes in December to celebrate my 80th birthday.
They are so pretty, but last such a short while, don't they?
The melodic cadence of this piece is delightful. And I get the frustration with wind. Here in the Sonora Desert we have had hot winds for too many consecutive days. It desiccates when accompanied by near 100 degree temps.
I can feel the wind you describe in my bones and hear that buzzing in my soul!! Lol Kay excellent job with this challenge!
I love the rhythm in this poem. Poor blossoms all blown down!
Oh wow - that bee scared me! Superb shots. And lovely blossoms too.
We thought spring had sprung here but we have now jumped to autumnal weather. This poem is wonderful xxx
Kay, just the image of the bee scared the crap out of me! This is an excellent answer to the prompt, and it's so true... trees blossom just to have their flowers blown off. I mean, is that spring or what?
Again, the bee... yikes! Amy
There is something awfully sweet and benevolent-looking about that bee in the photo, Kay, though I also am leery of getting up close and personal with them. The wind here is a big factor of Spring, often terrifyingly so, so can totally relate. Crabapples are one of my favorites, too. Ours often blow like pink snow, and it's a total waste planting tulips, unless you like to watch the petals blow by like confetti. ;_)
oh mio Dio... è enorme questa ape !!!
Bella foto :))
Myriam
i love the bees but this is also the time of year when the hornets come out and nest under our eaves, boo, go away, hornets. love The Commitments. yay!
What does spring mean again ? I have forgotten !
Rough winds, crazy bees, flowers strewn on the ground... Spring's a tough season.
Hari OM
That bee has been VERY busy - look at the pollen load! Your blossoms are gorgeous and poem rhythmical. I too love the Commitments. It was good to be reminded.
The UK have had snow in May... craziness. Hugs, YAM.xx
Love that bee - and the Commitments!
The things that spring brings....ha! that rhymes!!!! See you bring out the poet in me. You never know what you are going to get hit with when you step out the door...wind, rain, snow...or bees. Great write Kay!
I am not sure if this is what you intended to capture, but the meaning I walked away with so profoundly rich. The cruelest thing of spring is that perhaps we have to share it with things that sting (or bite and claw) where as in the winter we fleshy pink defenseless humans needn't a care in the world. I thought this to be very clever Kay! As always, thanks for participating and viva la
World-wide weather nonsenese it seems.
Sweet song of Spring, despite the cold winds.
My goodness, that insect has been foraging. What a load.
You have a knack for poetry, Kay. I love this one, hurtling breathlessly on like the wind. I think that bee helped you breathe! :)
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