Probir Gupta Poet Free verse

Garden On the Verge of Spring

The wafting breeze of smell whispers into my ears
guiding my eyes to the baby leaves of daisies

springing up here and there on the circular green patch
of grass holding with joy the glistening drops of dew

While on the northern side adjoining the hedge
Canada plums stretching their arms into blue

sky coming down to embrace the raising whites
of spring-flowering trees like the smiling colours

of your handsome glowing face in the soft sun
seated in the swimming wings of bees and butterflies

while gathering honey looking at the buds yet to 
unfold the pink petals in well designed rows

of the glowing garden of dark shades and bright light
making love with the desirous rats peeping

from the holes here and there as the hungry kite
keeps gazing from the top of the tall oak tree

smelling the happy blue and green wisp of smoke
from the ovens of awareness of a  warm life

that caresses the garden inhaling orange sunlight
holding a pencil before filling in the nudity

A huge thank you to you my garden on the verge of spring
For letting me taste the candy on your glossy lips
____________________________________________________________


February 23, 2019

For Gardens Poetry Contest

Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment