Time of the Season – Poem of the Month – March 2019

Time of the Season

The scent of orange blossoms
filling the air
The trees’ bloated fruit
already dropping to the ground
The beginning meets
the end of the circle
and Nature’s beauty is crowned
 
The bald eagle sits high
atop the pine
Surveying the landscape
for his prey
Butterflies fluttering
Searching for the sweet nectar
Lizards scampering away
 
A tropical paradise
thriving on sunshine
Rain an infrequent visitor
at this time of year
Exotic birds, colorful, 
Long legged and awkward
with no apparent fear
 
An alligator basking
on the bank of the lake
A roseate spoonbill
at his side
Neither caring
about the other
In harmony they bide
 
 
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Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

47 thoughts on “Time of the Season – Poem of the Month – March 2019

    1. Thank you so much Lisa. Yes, I saw all of those things in the last couple of days. Nature inspires me more than anything else 🙂💕

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  1. Okay..I want to go there…..now! 🙂
    I love your opening about the scent of orange blossoms. A long long ago memory of my grandmother came immediately to mind. When I was a little girl, my family drove every summer to Tampa, Florida to visit her. No airconditioning in the car…old highways. What I remember most is two things: the scent of my grandmothe’s Midnight in Paris perfume; and the scent of orange blossom perfume which she always took me to buy at a Florida souvenir shop. That always made me feel grown up and I smelled like oranges for weeks! 🙂

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    1. Oh what a lovely memory Lillian! The smell of orange blossom on the tree is so beautiful. There are oranges everywhere right now. I only live about an hour from Tampa. Thanks for reading 🙂💕

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  2. So idyllic, Christine, and your gorgeous descriptions have warmed me on a misty, frosty morning, although the sun is shining now. I especially loved imagining the scent of orange blossoms and that bald eagle.

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    1. Thank you Kim. It was those the things that promoted me Kim. I saw a bald eagle the other day and got some pics on my iPhone and then yesterday the smell of orange blossoms was so heavy in the air. Beautiful 💕

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    1. Thanks Dwight. It is always the never ending circle for all of us isn’t it? Thanks for reading 🙂

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  3. You had me from the scent of those orange blossoms. What an intoxicating fragrance, and what a beautiful poem Christine! Loved the image of detente between the bird and the beast. Excellent poem!

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  4. Oh, this reminds me of the acrostic I did of the kumquat! LOL BTW, thanks so much for the follow on I Write Her. I appreciate it. Hope you enjoy my thoughts! 🙂

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