Today’s prompt is to write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words.
The word I chose is ‘Flosculous’ – it means ‘In full bloom’
My poem for today, ‘Summer is finally here’
Gratitude sweeps over me, like the morning breeze that blows before the sun's woken up,and the sky is a cerulean blue, and the moon, a powdery white. A crisp,cool,woody scent tingles my nostrils and gently dabs my drowsy eyelids awake as I step out of my apartment onto the pavement for my morning walk, the first in months. The wind rushes to envelope me, licks my ears and the tip of my nose And follows me as I walk enthralled, after weeks of forced hibernation;I tread softly lest I should awaken the still sleeping trees and the nodding blades of grass A cat saunters, a dog cocks up its ear as I walk by Disinterested, it lowers its head on its forelegs and shuts its eyes I breathe in gratitude; the splashing sound of water has me turning- it's the cleaners walking to the cars with their overfull plastic buckets A caw here, a tweet there; a cuckoo calls longingly, the leaves stir; a halo spreads a soft, pale glow across the skies and the earth;I see the first signs of life after an extended winter- the trees in the park are dense and pregnant with fruit- green bulbs adorning branches in clusters like Diwali lights, and once bare branches of trees are flosculous - bursting to the seams in yellow, Pink,white and red- an umbrella of petalled and feathery blooms. Winter's gone and Summer is finally here. Copyright@smithavishwanathsblog.com. All Rights Reserved.
Additional reading from NaPoWriMo, “Our daily featured online magazine is TYPO, which has published thirty-three issues, all of which you can browse. From their newest issue, I’ll point out Jasmine Dream Wagner’s “Fallen Angels,” a rumination on life in the internet age.”