Best Syringa Poems
A valley of flowers and season of spring
Base is green with colourful toppings
Coveted vibrant gems are dropping
Decorated board looks so alive
Evening dusky shadows arrive
Frame as fragile as a dream
Gardenia romania look supreme
Himalayan hills and hybrid hues
I hymn for this picturesque
Jasmine flora smell is raising
Knighthood piece of art amazing
Lotus petals where dew dwells
Mountain laurel and bluebells
Nothing can beat their persona
Orange marigold pink belladonna
Purple syringa forget-me-not
Queen of flowers rose red hot
Rain drop ink makes them scarlet
Sun rays develop them to starlet
Tulip triumph on blooming ride
Vivid as a newly wedding bride
Underneath clouds canopy beside
What an imaginary
Xerox created
Yellow daffodils
Zenith far and wide
Dated: 04/13/2016
Entered Contest : Spring Flowers (Abecedarian)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
On a cold April morning the fields and meadows twinkle and sparkle in a low morning sun,
As cold as the east winds are thick frost glitters from the frozen moisture on the grass,
A lilac stands bold and uncaring it's so fresh and green, thick and bushy very beautiful,
It's no longer clustered with mere buds but flushed with half unclosed snow white leaves,
I stand by this brave little flower the bunches of future blossoms are all there to see.
As the lilac shivers in these early spring mornings it waits patiently for some friends,
A little yellow rose peep out from hard frozen ground, then out she comes for a new year,
The bursting blossoms of an old pear tree gives a lavish promise of beautiful sweet fruit,
And the rose bushes, not only have new leaves but very long red shoots, this chilly April,
A syringa is fully dressed in its pale green leaves, amid them, the buds hang abundantly.
Once again the taccamahac is studded with yellow aromatic and sticky leaves out in the cold,
I walk along the plantations and in the fields, large gummy buds appear from chestnut trees,
They're swelling, bursting out impatiently brightening the wood side, in a bright sunlight,
As they look up towards the cold sun they find a little bit of heat in the suns golden rays,
Even hedges have patches of green spreading in a biting east wind that nips ears and noses.