How lovely to have this poem land on my desk all eager to find out what that little perched “divining seer” is beaming about (thank you, Matt, for handing me the baton of an easy rhyme).
Here is the poem so far with my line at the bottom in bold.
A squall of hawk wings stirs the sky.
A hummingbird holds and then hies.
If I could fly, I’d choose to be
Sailing through a forest of poet-trees.
A cast of crabs engraves the sand
Delighting a child’s outstretched hand.
If I could breathe under the sea,
I’d dive, I’d dip, I’d dance with glee.
A clump of crocuses crave the sun.
Kites soar while joyful dogs run.
I sing to spring, to budding green,
to all of life— seen and unseen.
Wee whispers drift from cloud to ear
and finally reach one divining seer
who looks up from her perch and beams—
West Wind is dreaming May, it seems.
And with that little puff of breeze I send the poem on its way to Kim at Flukeprints to discover what happens next in our little spring idyl.
(In case you notice a change in Line 2 of the last stanza, Jone requested the tweak.)
Here’s where the poem has been so far and where it’s going:
April
Violet Nesdoly 
How lovely to bring us back to nature’s magic, Violet, that tranquil West Wind, at least most of the time, but in our poem, who knows?
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks, Linda! You picked up on my try (ending with “… it seems”) at keeping the door open for the next line / stanza / poet. Didn’t want to box anyone in!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, I noticed, and also have our own “west wind” bringing in snow today. There is an old book I loved by Thornton Burgess, Old Mother West Wind, and your line made me remember that too!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Of course the West Wind is dreaming May! This is so lovely and unexpected… we’ll see where Kim takes us next! Thank you, Violet. xo
LikeLiked by 3 people
A puff from you, and a sigh from me…I’m loving this poem! Can’t wait to see what it will be when it comes my way on the 27th!!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Pure delight! I am dreaming May too!! xx
LikeLiked by 3 people
Yea! It is a May dream. Wonderful!
LikeLiked by 3 people
It has certainly felt like a springtime dream so far…nice, Violet! And I’m still intrigued as to who this ‘seer’ is…
LikeLiked by 2 people
Love the wind dreaming May–you’ve added more magic to the spring celebration, and left more mystery to solve!
LikeLiked by 2 people
This line is just wonderful, Violet. Full of whimsy!
LikeLiked by 2 people
I love the wind’s wishes filling the poem, just in time for a beautiful month of springtime surprise, Violet.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I’ve been catching up to the ProPoem and now, Violet, I’m so delighted by your line! It brings us back to the singing of Spring, and casts a Wind (so often represented by a cloud) as the unseeable seer, and not a bird as we might have been expecting. Genius. I also like the many striking images in your san san–“starchyTulip sisters” and others.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I am floating with this West Wind drift. Fun to try to see into the next line… This is a fine handoff.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A yes, the May wind…..whispering and dreaming and welcoming spring and soon, I hope! Lovely line, Violet!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderful! Love this bit of voice here, too. Off to continue catching up… :0)
LikeLike