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Details | Haiku | |

HEAVENLY HERALD

dainty daffodil your golden trumpet fanfares the dawning of spring 09~18~14 Published in Haiku Journal #33 by Prolific Press

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification | |

The Promise of Spring - A Fibonacci

I 
Will
Kiss you
While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart  made of ice

Then
You
Will rise
Liquefied
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes

To
The 
Waiting
Buds below
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose


           ~~~
Author:  Elaine George


* Note:  This poem is a Personification as well as a triple Fibonacci

Brian Strand's 'Image Contest':     First Place
John Heck's  '12-in-one' Contest:  First Place

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008

Details | Haiku | |

Spring

Nature's wake from sleep Life flirts with beauty a time for flowers to flaunt

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sijo | |

WOODLAND WONDERLAND - VISUAL 6

Spring heralds the dawning of brilliant bluebells carpeting the woods Silently they slept until the warm sun rouses them from slumber Gently they open their eyes, stretch and bask in nature’s glory 01~29~15 Contest Glorious Sijo Fields – Andrea Dietrich How Many Syllables - Count 16, 16, 15 – total 47 ~awarded 5th place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode | |

Morning Mist

The mist swirls through the deep vale
shifting slowly and giving glimpses
of the lush vegetation and flowers.
Slowly it dissipates in dawn's sunlight.

Teasing as it lazily drifts 
showing for a brief second
a colourful bank rife with flowers.
Then blankets it from sight.

As the day warms up
it appears to thicken
then yield oh so slowly.
Wisps of mist now fading.

Before our eyes lies
startling beauty.
Nature's riches displayed
a wealth of orange and yellow.

Pinks, purples and blues vie
each more beautiful
and lavish green trees
gently shade the saplings.

The Treasure of Nature's Canvas
is now stretched out before us
while the birds happily sing
as they rush to build their nests.

Insects buzz with joy as they collect
the pollen and nectar from flowers.
In this new spring day
life itself is reaffirmed. 

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring Sleep

Sighing softly, a gentle breeze, dances amid my clothes line. Sweet the scent, refreshing tease, as sheets, its hug entwines. This night, on Spring, I shall recline.
2/8/12 For the contest: English Quintain, A Spring Day Sponsored by Francine Roberts

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic | |

The Fall of The Winter King

The Fall of The Winter King    

He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.

His tactics had stunned the unsuspecting,
laid barren the fields,
blanketed the forest,
silenced the sounds of life itself.

A dictator, seeking no counsel,
accepting no offers of surrender,
driven by the desire to destroy
the kingdom that had usurped his throne.

Rumors spread of a daring bud – sprouting -
a tune hummed by the imprisoned trees
adrift on the whipping winds of war
in defiance of the heartless king.
A call to arms sounded
by the most gentle, the most delicate.

The first acts of open rebellion,
The resounding crack of the ice jamb
the aching roar of the river’s rage
surging over its banks
awakening those still held captive.

Slowly the insurrection took root
buds gathered in hidden clusters,
trees quietly bloomed
muffling the screeching gales,
offering safety to bands of rebels.
Flocks of warblers met -
feathered archers - hurling their
darting arrows against the glare
of a cold king’s horror.

Sweet grasses spread across
the brown, despoiled fields -
a verdant gauntlet tossed in the face of dread.
Flowers crept from thawing dungeons
waving their colors,
swarms of banished pollinators
followed the call to duty.

The ebb and flow of battle -
frosted retreats,
clandestine sunrise maneuvers.
The resurgence of heart,
the growing hope of warmth.

As memory of the chilled repression
faded preparation was made
to receive the beauty and bounty
of a new and peaceful King. 


John G. Lawless
1/11/2015

For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |

SPRINGTIME

Springtime paints such a delightful scene Cute lambs gambol in the fields so green Warm winds whisper through the leafy trees Blossoms float down on a swirling breeze Daffodils daintily dance and shake their heads Bringing bright yellow sunshine to our flowerbeds 3rd February 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Abecedarian | |

SPRING HAS SPRUNG

All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with spring lambs
Gamboling about with their friends.
Hyacinths sensational scent fills the air
I simply love this time of year
Just bursting with new life
Knowing that spring is finally here
Lightens my spirits and
Makes me smile
Nesting birds collect food for fledglings
Only pausing for tiny breaks. They are
Perfect parents who work tirelessly
Quietly and lovingly
Raising their beautiful brood who are
Soon to leave the nest
Trees become dressed in gorgeous green
Until they are fully clothed
Verdant vegetation covers the land
With new crops growing
Xanthic coloured daffodils
Yearn for spring sunshine and merrily they
Zigzag in the warm winds

02~14~15
Contest Abecedarian - Shadow Hamilton
~awarded 3rd place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sapphic stanza | |

A Spring Miracle

April's mist has filtered the early sunrise, Meadows spread their blankets of colored rainbows Newborn lambs have nestled in clover cradles, christened by dewdrops
___________________ By Carrie 3/17/15 For Craig's Contest: Sapphic Stanza Number Three

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

Rain Dancer Days and nights of hibernation within the clapboard walls, winter winds have eased and only the sound of rain peals upon the storm glass panes. The desire to go out, to run, to scream is strong, yet, on the rain taps a tarantella. The parting soil unbound from icy grasp permits the spear of crocus and of daffodil and though the rain drones an accompaniment with the clock sleep does not come. Knots of lassitude untwine as child-like upon the open porch I stand reaching upturned palm into the falling rain watching as it strokes the waking ground. Cleansed are we all by sky and rain and wind rain on, bless the ground, let Spring begin.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Spring on the Wind

The evening is set out before me

   on the threshold of night,

   the hazy lights teeming

   and glazed, webby-cold ----

   bright with a white-haired curiosity;

What good honesty can bring,

   observing reckonings and episodes

   of spring stretching into the sky,

   and many a mile on they who walk by,

Of faces rosy-red with frosty wiles;

   wild eyes of winter,

   (who stop for awhile)


They are gone, these frozen months,

   the long cold sleep....

   the chilled sheets,
 
   heat with rebirth, melted snow neath

   grins with spring;

   glazed pines, tinkling water drains....

   the sun soothes nearer its smile

The forests are roaring with song on the wind,

   of spring,

And all things warm with renewal,

   spring,

   stretching into the sheet of the sky....  

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

spring rain

spring rain overnight dragging winter's chill... the butterfly

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku | |

SNOWDROPS HAIKU

one single snowdrop peeping through the thawing soil sun shines through the clouds 28th April 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet | |

MAY SHE COMES

MAY SHE COMES


May she comes, quite boisterous, and so loud.
She melts the frost to orbs of liquid dew. 
From dark of moon returned to full and proud,
and waxes bees and moon in breath she drew.
Centaurus follows May with eyes of night, 
while pressing Crux and Virgo into play.
She'll gather breeze and scent within her flight, 
and tuck their luscious song in her bouquet. 
May comes wooing with her amorous hook, 
and kisses deep and laughs at each and all.
In lustful flirt she holds us with one look,
and we're in love with May until the Fall.
May she comes, dressed emerald in French lace, 
Sultry, yet always innocent and chaste.

By Edlynn Nau 
© May 1, 2016

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet | |

Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Slowly I climb that very steep and rocky hill,
seeking the beautiful summit so far above.
As a breeze sends me that cool pleasant chill,
far away echoes, sweet calls of morning dove.

Summit reached, burden was greatly reduced,
as I saw great flowery meadows unfurled.
This the beauty God magnificently produced,
one of his many fine gifts to this world.

Spring and sunlight wrap this Heavenly view,
in a sheen invading my searching soul.
Each visit, I find feelings serene and new
relieving me of dark world's heavy toll.

Thus I battle with dark and unknown gloom.
By entering Nature's gifted wilderness room.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015

Note: I just felt the need to write a sonnet this morn.
Thus from my memory this new poem was born from
a place that I once visited quite often.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

PERSEPHONE'S WALK

PERSEPHONE'S WALK

For every step she walks for miles on miles,
to memorize the waves in every roll.
The planet notes her tender women's wiles, 
and copies Eagle's flight to meet her soul.
Diminutive pink roses know her name,
as art of Earth beneath her fingers move.
Yet she's not as calm as these nor as tame,
to sculpture wolf or clouds to so improve.
Her arms can raise to bring the stars to shine; 
her voice can echo sea waves in a shell. 
She turns the grapes to red upon the vine, 
and ugly things are her joys play in hell.
Yet soft in heart she warms both earth and sky
and blows the wind to force a tear to dry. 

By Edlynn Nau
© April 15, 2016

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

Details | Senryu | |

Is it Spring Yet?

The March madness ends
I am just an April fool
looking for sunshine

Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku | |

blossoms gather

blossoms gather
below the boughs...
pink cabochons

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification | |

SPRING

S - P - R - I - N - G Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired, his grip weakening, he breathes his last. The frowning skies finally crumble fast revealing downy blue clouds that waltz The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall touching, caressing but melting adagio the white icy coats among branches... The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves then upon naked arms of trees curls the color green trembling with symptoms of spring. Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums. Evergreen trees duet as they whistle to calm tunes of nippy breeze. All around a choir blushing fountain hues of brown, red, pink and yellow. Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost now stands. They burst with grins and jolts-- like squirrels bouncing up and down. Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by! Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps-- running dry with the heat rising slow on air. It stirs sweet liquid pearls to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells. Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar... Lured, they dance on merry-go-round in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine. Coats and boots all pack and rolled away, chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair as little children prance to do some plays. _____________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY -- JANUARY 07, 2015 Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Contest Name: Seasons Placed 1st ©O.E. Guillermo 06:49 pm, January 01, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Spring Fever

from blossoms to bees
nectar drips from swollen lips
kissing the morning

Copyright © 2009 By Caryl S. Muzzey

 6th place In 
 Poetry Soup's Contest
 Spring Fever
 June 2009

Nineth Place Winner ~ "One Of Your Favz-1-8 Lines!!! Old Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Praise
Aug. 1, 2013

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2009

Details | Quatrain | |

Each Spring Takes Wing

The crocus first peers from beneath cold earth
Finding warm air and sunshine o’er the snow
Magnificent colors paint hearts with mirth
As in full swing lovers’ great passions grow

Most women associate love with spring
Though young men’s thoughts turn to baseball diamonds
While children fly kites that take gentle wing
As snowbirds return from tropic islands

How blessed we are to breathe that fresh air
One more spring in the calendar of life
When lilacs fill gardens with lavender flare
Vows uttered as man makes woman his wife

Their first child’s birth arrives the next April
Just months after grandma’s been laid to rest
Seasons like ages approach ever graceful
As robins watch offspring fly from the nest



For PD's "Spring" contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

spring thaw

spring thaw
the ice breaks-
into song 

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013

Details | List | |

spring is in the air

spring cleaning,
spring planting,
spring pruning,

bees, 
butterflies,
allergies,

campfires,
marshmallows,
smores,

spring break,
school is out soon,
happy tired children,

the smell of flowers,
fresh spring rain,
first mowed grass,

just a few of my favorite things!

Copyright © karen croft | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Winter's End

Winter’s fury has long died; fading, weary, she comes to pass. Sunlight spills across open yards, blotted white - then, one last chilled breath escapes with might before succumbing to southern breeze. The seasons transform with ease. Subdued colors slowly brighten - in budding delight, rising, swaying, searching sky, they sleep no more. Pale cheeks, soft to touch, cheerfully blush. Love blooms in wake of warmth and bubbling sounds of children’s laughter. Under a hearty sun, bare feet and legs long to lilt as passion follows deepening breath out to taste the open air, waiting for night to kiss in the flush of descending moonlight – as shooting stars sleep no more. last sparks in the fireplace cool, no longer needed to kindle romance. Feeling alive, I soften to the touch of spring dew, the joyous music - rustling leaves, songbird’s melody, fresh falling rain; nature’s dance, taking her time to seed waking soil until she voraciously catches fire seeking summer like a lost love – a restless gypsy on a journey- she sleeps no more. Spring dresses earth in liveliest colors… and I smile, Overwhelmed with the beauty touching my soul and sun showers falling on sweetened dreams.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Ode to Spring

Through a fluttering veil of luscious hues,
Fair Lady coquets with the majestic Sun,
As the wicked Wind caresses her tender cheek,
The harshness of Winter all undone.

Sparrows perched upon the towering trees,
Whistle sweetly at the colorful array.
Fair Lady hums and sways in warm ecstasy,
As the wicked Wind drifts away.

The sinful Sun glows after a wearying day,
And spans its gaze upon the fields of fruit.
Fair Lady drowsy, lies upon the prickly grass;
The darkness envelops as all goes mute.

Copyright © Deepanshi Chaudhry | Year Posted 2010

Details | Abecedarian | |

Spring Revival

Acres of lush emerald meadows
burst forth from pregnant earth,
creating the perfect background for a
dazzling array of wildflowers.
Expectant mothers of beast and fowl
fill the countryside with new
generations, eager to find their way.
Honeybees and hummingbirds
in frenzied competition for sweet nectar.
Jasmine and gardenia blossoms
kindle their senses with a 
lustful, pungent fragrance.
Mares, folding new colts,
nudgeing them gently up
on quivering, spindly legs.
Ponds give travel to ducklings following in the 
quake of proud mamas.
Rainbow trout rush upstream to
spawn, before laying eggs in lazy pools.
Throughout floral scented air,
unfettered birds soar freely,
voicing a revival of hope and joy.
Whimsical butterflies take a rest on
xylem, between aireal ballets.
Young babes everywhere, renewing our world with a 
zest for life's adventures, awaiting.



02/16/15
Contest: Abecedarian
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015

Details | Pantoum | |

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 | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme | |

Winters End

It gives life a time to reflect with an unclothed transparency seer.

Winter is the time to tame life with little heat and almost no light.
This is nature’s pause as the curtain of life begins to close tight.

Winter's loneliness allows for the gathering to touch a friendly scattering.
It’s winters quietness that allows unmuffled sounds to carry chattering. 

Nature’s artist only has a palette of color of just a few,
Paints a painting of faith and hope of something new.

While nature dreams the dreams of winter’s rest,
Morning yawns, the land wakes from nature’s chest.

The sun is warm but the chill in the air still has dominance.
Yet the innocence of a few daffodils show their prominence.

So many colors for the eye to see, look the grass it's fresh and green.
Birds sing as they fly tree to tree as we watch an enlightening scene.

Oh you can see it in the palette and hear it in the air…Spring is here!

EdwardJ Ebbs - January 11, 2015

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers




free as the wind
in song and verse
visions tumbling within my soul
quenching my poetic thirst

as vibrant as the wild daisy
each teardrop upon my face
I twist and turn in posy
lapping up the springtime rain 

with each pitter patter 
racing to greet my heart
I melt with each breath of beauty
drowning as I impart

forever in crystal showers
as I fall back to paint the day
from the rumbling clouds of dynasty 
quickly I am taken away

free as the wind
in song and verse

untouched purity
this euphoric poetic birth

________________________

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013