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Fall to Winter, Rise to Spring

                                      Fall to Winter, Rise to Spring


                                            Fallen, down and out
                                     Frozen, not dead nor decayed
                                           Rising, faith with wings!













                                               Kim Patrice Nunez
                                               November 15,2014

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez

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THE SPOT


On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you walk, jog, bike
Their fragrance light and airy
Suffuse each path paved smooth
Sloped path leads to arched cemented canopy
As ancient as view
The Hudson embraces you
A garden path with bright flowers 
Will warm your heart
The young, the old, those in between
They live for such scenes
Sky, trees, mound overlooking New Jersey
The Hudson River is where I met my honey.

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Copyright © Iris Sankey-Lewis

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Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer

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Down Where The Roses Bloom

Down where roses bloom in the month of June
The scented petals will mature and fall
Carried by zephrys of spring like balloons
Those petals in the wind over land sprawl

Pale pink petals carried away to land 
With a gental touch of kindness caress
The spring grasses with a delicate hand
Courteous as it lands with politesse

Each petal waits in turn to fly away
Their patience is long, each holds 'til time
They then 'pon the wind float and not betray
The Spirit within which is one sublime

Down where the roses bloom may the fruit grow
Let love lead as petals upon wind flow  

Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Petals In The Wind
Written this 23rd day of January 2013
Written by: Sara Kendrick

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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Song of the Dove -- Song of Solomon

Little dove, perched in the snow You need not ask For, how well, I know How your presence speaks quietly Of faith in the spring When you come out of hiding And we hear your voice sing… Rise up, gentle fair one For winter will pass The flowers will spring up And the soft, meadow grass As the spring comes alive And the grapevines will blossom Little doves, sing their song And the sun warms the skies Coo little, dove songs, Your voice will resound Winter shadows will flee away When the new morning dawns
______________________ Inspired by Sara's Contest: "Song Of Solomon"

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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: I Toss!

 My loss -a sprung spring within my bed.
I sleep little, I roll, I rock I try-
To escape this spine stabbing spring -I toss!
Relief I do not find, I try to sleep.
I toss! Yet, still it is my bed, just mine.
My bed is large there's room to move about,
This spring it finds my back to hurt again.
But still it is my bed, that I have made.
I cut the wood; I nailed the planks, just me.
I bent the wire as for my springs to make.
My mattress I sowed, stuffed with feather down.
The floor to be a kinder place to sleep.
I curse this spring, I toss! My bed I hate.
This bed but with one spring I broke; I curse.
I made this bed with out concern or care.
The blame to who belongs, my lack of rest?
I made my bed in which I lie and toss.

Copyright © Mike Samford

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Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force

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THAT'S OUR LIFE

Life,
only you and I
Spring,
Our season
That goes beyond the reason
Makes us sing 
And dance on our hearts-beating
Is it the moment
We've been waiting?
If so
Let's close our eyes
For, our love is the eyes
That will lead us to Paradise
Where
No one could die
That's our life
That's you
And
I

Copyright © Nasser Alabdali

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MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b

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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings

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...."Chasing Butterflies" ~

Gazing upon the firefly hovering and then, whisking away amid blithe ~

Luminescent wings sweeping such ponderings; aside

Illuminating sunlit prisms within these, countless hues....

Waters washing times carved boulders as they journey toward the sea

Soon to be met by Spring tide melding and together they shall be ~

Centuries softly whispering into my ears; Half Dome, calling towards the heavens

Adorned in Her coat of virgin snow and oh, how spectacular She seems 

Eyes which beckon to close aneath these, thresholds dreams....

Darkened lashes dividing unto such opulent spheres of sight 
Visions crossing the tangible temporal tides as wings that soar ~

Meeting a Silvertail Hawk amid the tree top wherein, She smiles at myself

Set upon athenaeums assemblage swelling through my soul....

Taken to flight this warmth of the quatorial sky, now kissing Her lips

Assimilation pouring from the tips; ambrosias heartbeat ~

Pulsation; as that of a baby whom cries whilst reaching for the stars

Welcome to existence this, breath of life....

Reverberating jewels of wisdom to be given; these pearls of light

Silently peering beyond the chromatic firefly; fluttering reflections as prisms inside ~

Half Dome dressed in Her virgins white, pristine smile; beautiful

Luminescent whisperings and Spring tide thresholds 

Mother nature and Father times, ions of love now, entwined

Euphorias waters of verdant making their way towards the sea and, into the child

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...."Chasing Butterflies" ~





Copyright © John Rhinem

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celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/

Copyright © Ilya Emelin

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Salvation In Spring

Sunshine on my skin
Warmth inside my soul
Leaves brushing in the wind
On this long and winding road

Rapids unbridled in the creek
Running wildly with the road
It's not a race of speed
But how far that we can go

Like squirrels chasing up a tree
Or dragonflies dancing in the wind
The creek and road twist
Upon each other every bend

How far can we go?
This yet I do not know
For I stopped in awe of its beauty
And stood there on the blacktop bow

I skipped out of my shoes
And rolled up the cuffs of my jeans
Wading in the creek
Ice cold water swarmed about my knees

The March wind tangled with my hair
Strands jumping like the leaves
Had me laughing like a child
My soul buzzing like a bee

Bloomed wisdom like Spring flowers
For there I did discover
An answer to a question
On that day I did uncover

I was searching for religion
But instead I found my faith
It was there I laughed with my Father
When my Mother called her child to play 

Copyright © Brandi Simpson

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ONE SPRING DAY

Across
The vale,voices
In Easter Day worship,
Complemented a soul being
Mended.

Copyright © Brian Strand

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Spring Break -Part 2-

I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings

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Return to the Womb

Down in to the darkness deep
Slowly and delicately I now edge
In to the warmth so cold and bleak
In to the womb I once resided
In the mother I’d idolized
Wondering what did happen
Wondering what had changed
What had caused such death?
To cause such pain?
Still slowly moving, sneaking, 
I started faintly weeping
Why would we cause this?
Why did we not see?
Still I inch, well tears did fall
Till a light I did spy
Till a sprig I now cradle
Now I see, as I gently stop my deplore,
My mother will forgive
All the hurt,
The hate,
All the people that did denounce,
All she has provided
All that she cherishes
Yet she now grants;
Redemption 
Forgiveness
Unconditional love
All in the loud roar
Of spring

Copyright © Rayne Thomas

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Miracle Spring

I always wait for a miracle spring,
The thawing snow and ice and everything.

Days again where the sidewalks are clean,
Going for walks and staying lean.

The sound of the birds chirping again,
I haven't heard them since I don't know when.

The sunshine cheery and bright,
You know the day will be alright.

The warm wind and breeze on my shoulder,
I know that I am somewhat older.

Relatives and friends that come now and then,
What a miraculous surprise, you know that when they arrive.

Many miracles and I am truly thankful,
Blessings so kind and divine.

Thanks be to God our Lord and master,
I hope the days and nights will slow down and not go faster.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz



Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz

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The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.

Copyright © John Paluszek

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Spring Blessings

Such lovely things are part of spring, Each greening, borning, blooming thing. A pansy face, a new made nest, In spring God sends his very best. How can one see and yet not know, It's God who makes the springtime show; Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings, All new growings, all new sucklings? Kitten and puppy, foal and lamb, Each one is sent by the great I Am. In the worst of winter's fury, Spring is coming, not to worry. God shows his love to us in spring With all new things to make hearts sing. He fills our needs to keep us whole, Topped off with spring, to feed the soul. Won a 3rd in contest

Copyright © Joyce Johnson

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Clear Waters

The waters clear as I stand by the river

I see the reflection of someone long ago

As the storms come in I know I can't let you go.


Rain pours at times in this life you've given

But the shadows fade when my prayers have risen

Your love for me I've never new until now

When I see the waters clear, my reflection seems so near.


As time goes on I know you are near

Just seeing the way you help me stand

Just seeing the way you remove the fear

It helps my weakness seem so clear

That without you I am small

But as I take your hand, the walls get knocked down

The waters clear, the reflection I see now,

is you in me, this my Lord helps to make me free.


Written by://©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden

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Oh Sojourner

Oh Sojourner

By Ingrid Showalter Swift

 

Oh Sojourner
 
Walk among the tall lithe pines as they sway 

beneath

subtle hues of lavender’s dusk 

Reach your illuminas fingers 
with polished nails a-glittered 
in crystal-ed gold and diamond sight 
out and into this thrusting long light
         …Searing a golden pathway from sky into dark walnut and pine and lines of 
these byways ..only angels and devils alone ...dare tread

This forest is a barrier thin enough to breech
so teach me!.....I plead of you.... 

with lips blazing ... the need to speak volumes…like  heat rising 

Make me  a lit oiled lamp on a tall white post 
singing out ...streaming out into the streets gray toned and grayed with the 
beating 
of the merciless weakness ...of humanity 

lead me to hope….. yet still more
and pray

daring out …the dark night 

yearning for just yet another... lilt hearted singular spring day to awaken within 
the gates of this immortal town
held aloft by bone cavern and pale flesh tenting

Let  light green springs erupt from me once more 
and flow through all I meet 
like the river shows the leaf to the ocean and then to the shore once more

Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift

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THE PURPLE SPRING CROCUS - A CHRISTMAS STORY

Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?


And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age." 


Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.


There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair: 
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.
 

When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without wings...to leave that flower in the bitter cold? 
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?  




Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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Life Is Like

Life is like a warm summer day;
Full of obstacles and delay.
Like is like a summer past;
No single moment will ever last.
Life is like some winter snows;
It has its high points and its lows.
Life is like a winter sky;
Beautiful, until the day you die.
Life is like an autumn wind;
Chilling you through 'til the end.
Life is like an autumn moon;
Foretelling of something coming soon.
Life is like a spring rain;
Giving you something to gain.
Life is like a spring child;
Always smiling, always wild.
Life is short,
So live it tall
And God will see
You through it all.



(Dedicated To Ebony Webb R.I.P)

Copyright © Kaci Jo Atteberry

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Eternal Spring

With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.

Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.

The spring dwells
Eternal life,
Once drank,
Life everlasting.
Offering life after passing.

Copyright © Sarah Cassleman

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The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He

Copyright © Angela Wilson

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A lazy spring day

It’s a beautiful day
I went to Braum’s with some of my friends
Talked for a while
And laughed, joked about some silly things
It was so fun
We sat in the car
Looking over something that you did 
That I had found so funny
I was sitting there with the banana split in my hand
And a spoon on the other
Having a good old time
The sun was shining outside
The cool, breezy air blowing inside my window
Time stood still
Me thinking of you
I raise my face to catch the wind
What a lovely day
A lazy spring day
Almost feels like summer
I can stay here forever
And freeze this moment
So funny the things we said and done
Ha everything is going to be like this from now on
I am going to freeze it
And enjoying it
‘cause in these moments I am thinking of you

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell

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The Majesty Of Spring

The spring appears after a long cold winter,
The snow has melted away.

Beginning of a brand new day,
Even the ice on the sidewalks is gone.

The air is fresh and clean, warming as the sun rises,
Branches of the trees resplendent, 

The buds on the trees are slowly evolving,
Revealing leaves that unravel with the sunlight.

Slow to reveal the blossoms of the apple tree,
Beautiful and rose pink in appearance,

There are many different kinds of trees,
The evergreen, spruce and pine, and enhanced green.

Lawns appear a lush green from the  faded grass,
Dandelions a bright yellow with perfect spheres.

Spring gardens forever lovely,
With tulips and crocuses, snowdrops and lilacs.

The walk amongst God's kingdom,
Parents and children appreciating God.


Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz








Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz

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Spring Sculpture

God's kingdom unfolding slowly,
Each tree and green leaf,
Reaching to greet the day,
A robin sits on a long branch,
Singing a beautiful song,
A blue jay spreads its' wings,
While sitting on a pine branch,
Nature to be admired and adored,
The faded grass restored again,
Appearing a dark lush green,
White snowdrops and purple crocuses,
Spring in bloom beautifying God's kingdom.

Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz

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What Spring Rains mean to me

I ? when it rains in the spring,
 fresh air, quenched earth, nutrients ingested,
 all things prosper with love. 
The clouds open up to shower life on earth, 
these showers move nutrients through the soil to the root of all things. 
Then the SUN comes once the clouds have passed
 and the showers have quenched the earth thirst for growth. 
A RAINBOW appears to remind us 
HE/SHE is the creator of all things kind, gentle, peaceful, and loving. 
Let spring 2012 be your sprouting year 
on a task that must be done.
 Let not another day pass without applying God's will that has been given you.

Copyright © Anna Borsick

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Our Gifted Spring

Beauty is nothing; nothing if not spring,
flora shooting, oozing to cover bare
earth that winter spent, stripped; now gives green. 
New life God has planted, planned with care
and bathed the globe with rains, spare and clean. 
The air, great gasps of spring; the springing air,
blossom of peach and pear, scents fresh and keen.
Wonders of wonder all are flaxen fair.

Praise gifts, which bring this juice, bring us this joy.
Praise gifts of face found and fine wildflowers.
Praise gifts, and praise our debt for springtime’s cloy-
breadth of earth’s wild bounty, it is ours.
Praise gifts of song, for songbirds on bright wing.
Renewing life; Oh! Praise our gifted spring.



Copyright © Mike Samford