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April 22, 2014 prompt: first color - anticipation</p><br /><br />
<p>yellow primrose peeks<br /><br /><br />
winter's wilted cover hid<br /><br /><br />
spring's delightfull gift </p><br /><br />
<p>spirits lift at the sight<br /><br /><br />
new greens bright ~ spring colors delight<br /><br /><br />
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(c) 4/2014...Saradunn
(c) 4/2014…Saradunn


In the thirty years we have lived here, 

one of the highlights of spring is waiting for the first color on our Queen –   

a fourteen foot rhododendron we have nurtured from a princess less than four feet. 


This year, that color happened over the weekend inside the bush barely visible. 

I happened to be gone. 

Today, the first streaks of color showed on several outside buds – 

with sun they should burst forth tomorrow of the next day. 

Makes me really happy. 


We anticipate new in many ways – 

in flowers such as lilacs or rose buds, 

a newborn, 

the first grapes, 

the first home baked cookie, 

breaking of the ice. 


These are not always momentous occasions such as graduation; 

they can be mundane – the first dandelion bloom. 


What “bursting forth” do you anticipate? 

What first color? 




How will your tanka celebrate this first?


April 22, 2014 prompt: first color – anticipation


yellow primrose peeks
winter’s wilted cover hid
spring’s delightful gift

spirits lift at the sight
new greens bright ~ spring colors delight
(c) 4/2014…Saradunn



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Bird’s Eye View of Dutch Tulip


The first flower
I recognized by name
as a child;  the first flower
I look for in the spring.
My oldest forty plus
years…yellow/ red
still blooms.
The rainbow
of colors, endless colors
… I long to see huge fields of tulips 
of every color and color combination.
Plain and fringed,  soft pastels
or bright as a box of crayons.
Earthly fireworks.
Photos can’t possibly
do the huge fields justice.
I must see for myself.
as far as the eye can see…
if they were resilient as the sea,
I’d love to lay in the middle of a field
looking up to the sky through their
petals translucent and velvety
at the same time.
A patchwork quilt
from Mother Nature.
Heaven scented.
I’ve not had the blessing
to know til today that some
have a scent…my new quest
to grow  the scented blossoms
to remember with hope
when snow is deep
and the air is frigid.
Fields of tulips
as far as the eye can see.
In my dreams I can “swim”,
roll  around,  in the glorious
blossoms… for in my dreams
they’ll pop back up
The first flower
I look for every spring.
The flowers I dream of in
deep of winter’s  snow.
Glorious spring tulips.
Springs sign of
JOY !!



You are among toads

You are among toads