You Taste of Spring



You Taste of Spring


Seasons change
and so do seasonings;
soups with root vegetables
are now spring salads,
casseroles give way to grilled meats,
woodstove becomes campfire.

Holly is forgotten as honeysuckle blooms -
your lips taste of blueberries,
your smile is sunshine,
you pull me from hibernation's cave.

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This Quadrille (44 words) was inspired by the word Season and those Sprung folks over at DVerse Poets.




©2022 Christopher Reilley 

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  1. Unforgettable last line. Love the seasonally changing imagery.

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  2. Such a warm and tasty poem with a joyful conclusion. Thinking of an old bear crawling out of the cave and shaking the dust off in the sunshine.

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  3. I love the sensory delight of the spring season. These lines stood out for me:

    your lips taste of blueberries,
    your smile is sunshine,

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  4. Lovely poem. I loved these 2 lines: "your lips taste of blueberries,
    your smile is sunshine,"

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  5. Excellent quadrille Christopher. I found you perspective on the word season to be most effective.

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  6. Great to let the seasons change you..

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