Does exuberant green panorama speak Spring or Summer?
Mid-June paper flutters in ninety-degree heat. Rhubarb roars.
Dandelions smoke cigarettes, bees hmmm carnal at rainbows.
Lilacs’ brown sugar memory; mitigated with gingered peonies.
Life cycles’ motors rumble. Six letters may spell what they wish.
This poem is also a nod to Sanaa’s included quote (thanks Sanaa!) from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet:
“O, she knew well / Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.”
Sanaa is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Sanaa says:
Carve us a poem out of the word “Spell,” and make it precisely 44 words long, not counting the title of course.