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Spring Poem – The Miracle Challenge

This poem is for the Miracle Girl and her current WordPress challenge. Visit her blog to read the rules and write your own story or poem from several prompts.
https://miraclegirlblog.wordpress.com/2016/06/14/miraclechallenge-week-1/
Two Words: butterflies and key
When Spring was juvenile and girlish
polishing her silver key of perfection
brushing her mermaid hair
gathering and coddling
first blooms and baby birds,
she danced barefoot on the verdant grass.
She guided butterflies
as they wove their monarch story
through leaves and vines
and towering houses of the finest flowers.
Then the Big Heat boldly arrived
in a burnished chariot
pulled by snorting steeds
in passionate madness
in total delirium.
Spring was overcome
weakening under his gaze
growing old and frail
under such intense scrutiny.
She tied up her now wispy mermaid hair
and left.
The Big Heat
scornfully overtook the land
driving the inhabitants
indoors to breathe the fragrant blooms
of captive flowers and greenery
watching through the keyhole
for the Heat to expire and take flight.
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  1. Your Spring poem is worth of reading more than once. What a lovely description. I enjoyed your every line and thank you for making me experience your Spring. Very captivating poem.
    Am very much pleased with your participation. Congrats for making your first achievement on #MiracleChallenge πŸ†πŸ†πŸ†πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

  2. Reblogged this on miraclegirlblog and commented:
    Check out the beautiful poetic entry of #MiracleChallenge Week-1 for the Challenge N0.2 (A Poetry Challenge) from a blogger named L. T. GARVIN, AUTHOR (https://broussardlana.wordpress.com).
    Hey L. T. GARVIN, AUTHOR !
    Welcome to #MiracleChallenge πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’
    Am honored and pleased to see you participate in my #MiracleChallenge πŸ†
    Congrats for making your first achievement on #MiracleChallenge πŸ†πŸ†πŸ†πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘
    Looking forward for your next entry πŸ˜‰
    Thank you so much πŸ˜‡

  3. Soooo beautiful!!! πŸ™‚ Love how you string those lovely words together so they let arise a powerful and beautiful image! Wish you a great weekend! xoxo

  4. That does seem to be how it happens. That big heat barges in and takes over, and delicate spring doesn’t stand a chance. Loved this poem. Well done.

  5. I am from the north of Britain. Summer rarely reaches here, so your maiden Spring could safely dance. A poem of beauty, nonetheless, though I cannot imagine a Texas summer. Sleep sweetly.

  6. Hi, LT! Glad to know you – exquisite imagery. In the middle of the Heat, I also retreat (though my maiden days may be behind me). This too shall pass πŸ™‚ Best personification of these seasons! Here’s a little something from CS Lewis (Prince Caspian): β€œIsn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different…”

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