Ode to bucolic winds

Ode to bucolic winds

Behold the dawn to blanket me with daffodils;
listen you, bucolic breeze, make love and thrive
beneath my happy moon; climb every sacred bloom,
eat garden poetry in shade, relax for spring,
and murmur vivid grass; be beautiful my wind;
rustle rain, grow wild

Yes I had to do magnetic poetry for my Quadrille challenge at dVerse. Breeze is included and it’s exactly 44 words.

May 31, 2016

9 responses to “Ode to bucolic winds

  1. Ah — you took the challenge! And now that I now about this site — if my company doesn’t wake, I shall go there too! 🙂

  2. ‘eat garden poetry’ – I love the freeing of playing with words like this! I think I recently wrote that frogs were composing naked poetry in my garden, with thanks to the magnetics. Funny, but I feel like dancing just now… 🙂

  3. This makes me giggle, like you’re giving the wind a good talking-to or a pep talk: “listen you, bucolic breeze” … also this: “be beautiful my wind”

    I like. 🙂

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