Mid-March.
Crocuses and snowdrops are flow'ring rife.
Blackbird with leaves for its nesting is seen.
Everywhere is blithe spring bursting to life;
In spite of the teeth of sharp breezes keen.
Tumult of rooks, beneath tall trees, is heard.
Grey, cumbersome, herons fly now in pairs.
That some gulls gain black heads has it occurred;
With white heads of winter this well compares.
Hammering woodpeckers augment their dins;
Great-spotted, mostly, rejoicing with sound.
To produce blooms, forsythia begins,
Soon will yellow blossoms be all around.
Donning, is Mid-March, its colorful coat;
Shortly, in tatters, through air this may float.
Author notes
Sonnet that aims to represent the change of the seasons in an earlier phase of the year.
Comments?
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Excellently written!
I will hold my hands up and say that I am not very good at reviewing sonnets, but I have to say that this poem is excellent. I love the imagery that can be taken from here. I get a vivid image of the "painting" you are drawing with your words.
Sorry if this review does not make a lot of sense....it is simply what I got out of the poem.
Henrietta. Rewarded 1
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Glad you enjoyed it soldiar4christ. All the images used are from actual observation of the changes in nature, that I've noticed taking place in that part of the month.
Some of these strike very vividly and I feel almost compelled to put them down in writing.
Regards
Allen
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I look forward in anticipation in reading more of your poems
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Thanks soldiar4christ. Hope to posting more soon.
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