An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.
Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.
On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.
Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.
March, 7th, 2014
Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"
Dressed in various shades of green
Mother nature happily gives us spring
With delight she paints the meadows
And shares the joy that it doth bring..
The moss upon the barren rock
And green 'round the daffodil
Trees, their bud and tender leaf
The pond behind the old grist mill
In its glory green speaks of mystery
And life that renews this time each year
Nature smiles at winter's nodding head
With emerald eyes spring again appears
Peaking from behind the drifting clouds
Sunbeams glisten on the morning dew
The garden gate swings in the breeze
As smiling spring begins its life anew....
The golden sunlight warms the sleepy earth
Green now the color of my lady's gown
Jeweled hummingbirds flit from stem to stem
For waiting hearts the joys of spring abound
Soft showers bathe my blushing cheek....
Prisms for the sunbeams that promise life
A rainbow arches cross the mountain top
Time now to put aside the winter strife.....
It's been dull and dreary for months on end.
The chill of winter is lingering long,
Invading my bones and disturbing my mind.
How I wish this season would hurry along.
Waking this morning I glanced out my window,
Expecting more snow, more clouds, more gray.
But to my surprise and immense delight,
Golden sunlight is in full display!
Here comes the sun in all of its glory,
To warm up the earth and begin its rebirth.
The ice will soon melt and nature awaken,
With colorful flora sprouting up from the earth.
Here comes the sun, see it rise in the east,
Feel its warmth on your face at midday.
Winter's sojourn is coming to an end.
Hallelujah! Spring is on the way.
For Heather Ober's Beatlemania contest
Believe I can smell the sweetest smell
That first scent of spring in the air
To see you standing in the morning sun
The wind blowing through your hair
Surely it's here after all this waiting
And finally upon us once more
My favourite season, the season of love
With that smell us guys can't ignore
Makes me feel like asking each girlie
May I kiss and caress you for a while
I promise not to touch your naughty bits
Answer yes and I'll sport a big smile
As strange as it seems, not all will agree
To allow me to invade their space
Those that do are in for a great big treat
The pleasure will show on their face
Believe I can smell the sweetest smell
That first scent of spring in the air
Winter's been cold and disgustingly long
Bout time, I think somebody erred
© Jack Ellison 2014
Nothing is more exhilarating
Than the first warm day of spring
As we shoo away old man winter
Listening to the birdies sing
Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips
Popping up to greet the day
Laughter reigns in nature's abode
Through the merry month of May
It feels like a whole brand new start
The world is young once more
Filled with joy and great expectations
As we knock on summer's door
Gayly sailing into the season ahead
Let's first enjoy the moment
A moment each year of true renewal
The joyful season of content
© Jack Ellison 2013
A bit premature perhaps?
I don't have time to watch it more
- the crooked clock of ironed past -
I don't believe I can feel spring
Unless I grab your hand and jump
Together in the blossom maze
Perhaps we bring ourselves alive
In poison-free redwoods up north
And secret Jacaranda wonders.
If eyes don't open - I understand
You don't need them to see our Heaven
But bear with me for falling seconds
And hope cocoons will burst and open
I sprout again through solid pavement
Against the reconstruction site
And I do know I can bring spring
Together with your warmth from Heaven.
Promised myself, today would be a goodie
On a scale of good to bad
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Yesterday wasn't as good as I've had
So many things can turn it around
That really seem unimportant
Like cheery hellos from neighbours and friends
Small things are just reinforcement
For life to turn out the way you envisioned
Is up to each one of us it seems
To choose the right path and stay on the track
The result will be sugar and cream
That's not to say there won't be some times
The choice won't be yours to make
Those days are common and unavoidable
Just remember a deep breath to take
They're usually only momentary glitches
In our everyday manner of things
Just try to remember to keep a positive outlook
Won't be long till it's once again spring
© Jack Ellison 2014
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?
Robin Hood If You Would
Tis Robin Hood again in Nottingham
Maid Marian and men on hand
To do it all again
In forest and in glen
His Friar Tuck got stuck in mud you know
When will he ever learn to grow?
But in a manner smarter
Dear Friar’s lost and wobbles off from drinking
Now he’s sinking
Who will save the day?
We’ll have to pray
In Spring our hero comes to play
To rob and steal all day
Arrows fly from Robin Hood
Oh my oh my he’s good!
Not from the cold do Rich men shiver
Tis Robins draw from his own quiver
Maid Marian dances on and on
With Robin Hood from dusk till dawn
Rhythm created on water tends to kill
Images of trees and sky reflected in lake
Still water but, not any more still
At least not dry or frozen and opaque
Creating a wonderful picnic spot
Inviting place for geese to immigrate
Time to make trips and enjoy a lot
Deer will stay out long to graze
For next few months of spring and summer
Artists will come with canvas and brushes
Boating or may be fishing can occur
Trees will wear colourful dresses.
Sky will finally get rid of grey cover
The vision can roam clearly and further
Fog will entirely vanish from atmosphere
Season to enjoy the beautiful youth of nature
Vibrant colours of spring will be hidden
They will not be so in summer and fall
Leaves will turn first green then golden
And will not be in winter at all.
Meanwhile, our troop moved on down the trail.
One more bear episode needs be told.
We arrived at the next stop with out fail.
It was late evening and beginning to get cold.
Two of us went to the horse spring for a bath
And use the same one to clean our clothes.
As we left the spring we saw blocking our path.
A mother bear and two cubs, ...fear arose.
We hid behind a tree and watched them.
In our unlaced boots, carrying wet things.
As they walked up the path toward the rim.
We knew we couldn’t just appear threatening.
We slowly followed keeping the cubs in sight.
The mother had left the weanlings.
But reappeared on top of a bank on the right.
As she jumped we started yelling and arms flinging.
They ran, she ran, we gathered our stuff and we ran.
Yelling and flailing, we chased them past the adirondack
We...right behind, duck into it fast as we can
and tie the gate before they could come back.
Come back they did and playfully bite on the wire.
The boys were elated and good pictures taken,
To show their friends that none of us was a liar.
Bruce and I recovered after being so visibly shaken.
They finally left, and so came to a fitting end,
Our last bear episode and good laugh,
The other boys had at our expense and chagrin.
On the oldest boy and the “chief of staff”.
We hiked our last six miles with no major events.
Still time to glow for being a trail survivor.
Fontana resort awaited...hot showers, condiments
Then home...all slept soundly, except me... the driver.
© Mar 30 2010 Charles Henderson
Exhaling petals in the time of need
I keep replaying the blossoming of gardenias
by pushing buttons on my remote control
with painful fingers - reminders of lost wings.
The mini blinds are broken so I peek
Over the sterile walls mutilated by wrong turns
I hear you calling me on a disconnected phone
I'm fine!...and you? - followed by a timid silence.
Accidental spring brought us back together
In a building where daffodils smell of chloroform
And angels lie flat on a recently emptied bed
As I watch windows cry in endless raindrop dances.
It's so much life outside I feel I suffocate.
I see returning swallows through your candid eyes
As panicky sirens make your heart pound in my chest...
This accidental spring we'll finally be... forever.
For Laura's "Recovery From Life" contest
The parched, cracked earth receives the rain
into a billion hungry mouths;
she suckles at the sky’s wet breast
swaddled in cloud-gray gauzy blouse.
Sweet budding grasses nod and sway;
infant creatures babble and croon,
as Mother Nature tucks all in
‘neath nightlight-blue lullaby moon.
July 19, 2014
My spring garden doth grow
At first a bit contrary
My seeds removed by the crow
And moles I scold, in no hurry
Many weeds grow, I need to hoe
To till I need, a very strong will
You see my mind’s a bit slow
Garden I till, on a hill
But it is all worth while
Luscious ripe tomatoes
My peppers I want mild
I love my new potatoes
One regarding the weather
`Tis one that will never sow
So I’ll get it all together
Though many strong storms may blow
Many ground hogs in delight
My broccoli green, I mean
The deer come out in the night
Grazing my beans very clean
I am a Mr. Green Jean
I dream of red strawberry
`Tis very beautiful scene
In midst of a bird’s flurry
My garden I hoe, in spring
Every spring season's repeat
The spring brings life's rain
And tasty veggies such a treat
For: How Does Your Garden Grow?
Sponsored by: Dane Smith-Johnsen
With winter upon me I start to dream of spring.
Though my senses feel numb I can’t feel anything.
I remember the sun its rays could warm the soul.
Though the cold of winter is still taking its toll.
I remember the scent of flowers clinging in the air.
Where once it was barren the grass shall grow there.
The trees begin to blossom as they come alive.
The beauty surrounds in every direction I drive.
I hear the bird singing they seem to rejoice.
The enjoyment of life seems to be the only choice.
They gather up twigs to construct a new nest.
They work until dark and then they do rest.
The days grow much longer I see so much light.
It seems like a beacon to guide me from night.
The sun grows strong and everything grows.
The warmth can be felt as a gentle breeze blows.
I feel my spirit grows I think I can fly.
I just spread my wings and take to the sky.
I look down to see all the world down below
The seeds that were planted are starting to grow.
I see spring much like a return of the senses
Nature agrees, it becomes a general consensus.
The dream seem so real I can taste it in the air.
Winter shall fade and spring senses shall fare.
Not so long ago I stood in the sun.
Taking in the warmth and having some fun.
The days were long and the sky so blue,
The days were long yet I longed for you…
The days grow shorter the warmth is gone,
Leaves change colors winter won’t be long.
Frost glitters in the sun and melts away,
Things slowly fade that I wish could have stayed.
The wind gets colder the skies grow dark,
They rip through me sending a chill to my heart.
I look to the sky and see the birds fly away
Fall is gone and winter is on the way.
The sky opens up and the snow begins to fall.
It blankets the earth covering it all.
Still I remember what buried below,
I must wait until spring for it to show.
The sun grows stronger the winter ices melt.
As it touches my skin the warmth is felt.
Birds return singing as if to rejoice,
The rebirth of spring seems to be in their voice.
As years fly by so many seasons and change
As a new one comes, the last moves out of range.
The seasons become like stages in life
Some filled with beauty, others with strife.
Spring becomes like when you begin,
Summer is the times in the life that you win.
Autumn is like when you start to grow old.
Winter becomes tears frozen from cold.
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I look from my deck at the spring garden
Violets wear the most beautiful gowns
Fit for any girl en route to the first prom
Daffodils below promise the gold storm...
Crocuses said good bye two weeks ago
I am ever thankful for their divine glow
But often you have to say a good bye
Though a beauty of a lily you can't deny.
Tulips - those are forever vain and merry
In suits of emerald, amber and boysenberry
Their beauty always takes my breath away
They will be with me through a perfect May...
Trees dressing up, weary of winter's rage
They are boastful of their newly found sage
Trees have a soul, they exuberate freedom
Nobody can attempt to rival their stardom.
And so - the spring fills my soul with joy
Divine spring - forever my Helen of Troy...