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Spring Fever

’Tis Spring (this is the real title, which I am unable to post this way in the title heading) Rejuvenate! ’Tis spring. Cruel winter’s lost its cling. We wake across this earth To welcome its rebirth. Give praise and with a joyful voice sing. ’Tis time of spring. Rejoice! Reverence with glad noise. In flowered meadows meet To dance with merry feet. Bring lutes, flutes, drums and resonant voice. Reflect. Again. . . ’tis spring. Robin’s on the wing. Lean upon a fruited tree. Hear the drone of honeybee. Breathe the bloom of lovely lilac sprig. ’Tis time. Reconcile. Greet each creature with a smile. As Christ for us bled tears To banish our worst fears, See everyone as God’s dear child. ’Tis season to re-grow. Heed nature’s lead below. Each gift you have to nourish Must be shared to flourish. Replenish bounties God did you bestow.


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Non Believer

The winter's been harsh, the winter's been long.
Still it's only march and I can't hear the song.
To have spring fever, you need to be a believer.
This winter's been harsh and this winter's been long.

Shovel's and sneezes are the call of the day.
Please hand me a kleenex, it's two month's until May.
We're out, well I guess I'll just use my sleeve or.
Man if I had my way I certainly wouldn't stay.

White winds wailing where weeds wait wondering.
If the God's will ever restart thier thundering.
Or if they have just slammed down the reciever.
In disgust of all of mankinds plundering.

Faith in the four season's is our only stronghold.
Waiting for the story of sping to still be told.
Hoping the book of knowledge is not a deciever.
Our spirit's are shaken and we dare not be too bold.

For the spring fever contest/ ballad


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Spring Fever

There! Hills tell each other, the listening valleys hear In full choir the earth hails approach of spring The winds kiss the perfumed garments of her Her morn and evening breathe scatter, life swings. Across the land, come spring, string my guitar. An old song dancing through the pines, No words to the haunting melody The forest laden with sound from glens entwined Voices of streams and trees linger endlessly The forest sings to spring mystical music All things turn green and colorful Tulip festivals abound everywhere unique. Here on my garden the lovely spring pops up Each flower and herb on earth’s breast. I feel the spirit of loveliness stirring up, With dreams to live up after wintry rest.
========== March 6, 2014 Dr. Ram Mehta Form: Ballad Third Place Win Contest: Spring Fever by Poetess Darkly


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Ode to a Cherry Tree

Peering through plate glass at a puzzling view, In the midst of hot coffee’s morning ritual brew. Staring out with amazement and wonderfully struck, By our Cherry Tree’s overnight sensation run amuck! By nature’s own standard, cruel joke she has played, Million blossoms wide open one February day. This juvenile sapling knows not what it feels, Sprouting vivid Pink colors, the show it now steals. From those all around laying dormant in state, Expecting nature’s cue to blossom their own petals awake. And by then poor young cherry will have muted her splash, Replaced by green leaves summer storms will soon thrash. But alas all this splendor making warm visual sense, In the short time required for fresh java to dispense. Tomorrow I’ll once again observe through plate glass, The wonders waiting just beyond cold winter’s Rye Grass. Submitted to Giorgio A. V. Contest themed: Impress me with a small poem II! 1) user name: wedge 2) choice of motif: nature


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Meeting with a Tiger snake

Meeting with a Tiger snake

The sky above is sheer perfection
The deepest shade of blue
The big gold sun, it shines on down
And lights on drops of dew
 To make them shine like pretty gems
Upon the soft green leaves
Of trees reflected in the lake
Such a poem this morning weaves.

A tiger snake comes swimming by
He swims amidst some gulls
In his special wiggly way
It’s a blessing to my soul
To see these creatures swim together
No danger written there
He’s at peace with all that live
It seems he has no care.

He swims up to the leafy shore
Then hides behind a tree
He knows I’m there yet, doesn’t care
He has no fear of me
But when I try to get up closer
The snake, he flares his head
So I must heed this danger sign
Or soon I could be dead.

Then snake, he moves off through the bush
And goes upon his way
He’ll find some other place to lie
On this lovely summer’s day
The day is coming soon enough
[The autumn is quite near]
When this snake will sleep in peace
Until the spring is here.

4 March 2014 @ 1145hrs


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The Butterfly Whisperer

As we wander the meadow we disappear
into the sun-lapped fields.
There's a scent in the air so sweet and clear
and plenty of flowery yields.
Listen for the sound of Spring's delights
and welcome back each creature.
On outstretched arms butterfly alights;
we admire each colorful feature.
Slowly it flits and flies away
only to widen it's wings.
Back it comes to flutter and sway;
In the distance a hummingbird sings.

There's a scent in the air so sweet and clear
like the nectar in each flower.
Sunshine and new life brings us cheer;
Spring delights in it's power.
Butterflies are wandering free;
landing on outstretched arms.
They're a beautiful sight to see
we whisper to their charms.
As we wander the meadow we disappear
into the arms of April and May.
Singing out so sweet and clear
we glory in each longer day.


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Rescue 911

Look after Joe our mother said
We promised we would do it
She needed a break from all of us
And went out of town for a visit.

It was the spring of '93
The blizzard had ruined my place
So Sam was helping clean up my yard
Little did we know
We'd soon be red in the face!

I went down to check on Joe
He asked me to regulate his shower
I told him I'd do it later
And asked if he could wait an hour.

An hour passed, then two
We were busy with what we were doing
We forgot Joe needed a hand
And was sitting, waiting, stewing.

When I remembered to go back
I found it out of my power 
For Joe had taken matters into his own hands
And was stepping out of the shower.

You adjusted the water, I began
Oh no Miss Emily
I could not do it myself
It was that nice policeman.

Where did you find a policeman
Out here in the sticks, I cried
Knowing in my heart something was wrong.
Easy Miss Emily, I figured it out
I needed help, 
So I dialed 911.

I was horrified, afraid they would think us bad
For neglecting our uncle that fine spring day
Too busy to give him what he needed
Scared they'd take him away.

Oh no probem Jane
The man said when I called
We understand what happened today
Just tell Uncle Joe if he does it again
That out of his pocket he'll pay.

Our mother was not happy with us
But eventually thought it great fun
That Uncle Joe took matters into his own hands
And for help, dialed 911.


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The Overture of Spring


The explosion of spring is heralded by the sound
of the golden trumpets of the daffodils
Playing an overture to Spring
Listen, you can hear the robin as he trills  loves tune 
making a nest ready for the eggs she is carrying
The tuning of Spring

The buzzing insects, as they start a long day, 
The babbling brook as it tinkles by
The grassy banks by the rivers side 
with it's many worms ventilating it inside
This is Spring
So colourful a picture, flowers of delicate hue,
sky starting to look fresher, with it's many pockets of blue.
Beginning of Spring

Many a girl and boy, walk and run by, 
hand in hand, heart 's racing, why?
Cos it's spring.
By the summer their hearts might have strayed
For now it is Spring.
Life is full of beginnings never ending.
Joy of now never descending.
Let's sing about Spring everlasting love pretending.
The overture of Spring



Dated march 8 2014



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New Life

Refreshing time is spring time 
To see new growth appear
Amazing colours take my breath
Sweet spring time is finally here.

To see the mass of snowdrops
A carpet white like snow
The daffodils and crocuses
The colours seem to glow.

The beauty of this season
Is more than words can say
Just sitting in my garden
On a gorgeous spring time day.


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Spring Surprise

Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........

We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed
paper, crayons of rainbow colors 
Pretty paper doilies and….
Mama letting little hands
Create surprises, of cone shaped fans… 

The memory shrugs so many years 
Where innocence, was cut and shaped
Into bright-sprigged paper cones
Accomplishments, each of our own

   On May the first, a small bouquet
   We would rehearse, a verse to say
   To spread come spring, then run away



Then quickly running out the door
To pick spring beauties, one by one
Fresh Lillies of the Valley, wildwood fern, 
Gathering them, heavy on their stems
Sweet and fresh as morning dew, 
So filled with springtime, filled with bloom

Then paper cones were flower filled
Small bouquets of sweet perfume
Then down the dusty road we trudged
Side by side, with grins of pride
No greater pleasure as a child
The thought of bringing someone smiles

       On May the first, a small bouquet
       We would rehearse, a verse to say
       To spread come spring, then run away

Timid knocking on a door
 “Surprise...Surprise! Look what’s in store!”
Our little legs now running fast, 
And down the road, quite out of breath
Behind a tree, where we would hide
And watch them find this flower prize
Must not....get caught.....must not get caught!
And we were taught
That bringing gifts to make them sigh
Was worth a lot !! Was worth the thought
A thoughtful way to light their eyes

      On May the first, a small bouquet
      We would rehearse, a verse to say
      To spread come spring, then run away 




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2/19/14


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One More Spring

There are many and many of springs I have seen.
How many more springs to be?
While the winter wind blows and I'm freezing my toes,
spring can't come too soon for me.
The first little snowbells are raising their heads,
so small but exceedingly bold,
each playing it's part, announcing spring's start
and bravely ignoring the cold.

Wee was the hummer come sipping today
at the feeder I'd filled to the brim.
He's an early scout for all flavors about.
I am glad I was ready for him.
Tree buds are swelling and early bulbs dwelling
and stirring in their winter beds.
For spring they are yearning and the sun's brighter burning
will fast make them bring out their heads.

The sights and the sounds and scents of springtime
are appealing to all of my senses.
New lambs are let out gamboling about.
They are barely contained by the fences.
I have lived through the winter and it seems there will be
at least one more springtime for me.
I will grab it and savor, thank God for the favor
that I'm here with one more spring to see. 


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SPRING FEVER

Look, it's the first bloom of spring
A proud daffodil stands all alone
Soon to be joined by others
And light up our lovely home

Like the sun she beams so brightly
Announcing that Spring is here
There's no shyness in her yellow bud
She wants our notice that much is clear

So like a magnet I'm drawn to her
And to all that she represents
The changing of the seasons
Gazing upon her brings sweet content

The birds are singing a happy song
The breeze is waving its approval
New beginnings are bursting forth
Bright colors are Winter's removal

Sleepy beauty is waking up
The prince has placed his kiss
The lone daffodil is now surrounded
Together they dance in bliss

Kindly my Spring fever is satisfied 
What once was hope has now arrived
And the world has come alive again
The long Winter I've survived!

Ballad Poem

Contest: Spring Fever
Sponsored by: POETESS DARKLY


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I'LL BE THINKING OF THE WARMEST SUNSHINE

I recall the cool light of the shortest days,
and the darkness of the longest nights;
I shivered under a blanket and that made dreams freeze,
even snowflakes hid stars to block their fading gleams!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
smelling flowers that are all mine!


March is warmer than February as days get longer;
I shouldn't wait any longer, but be that dancer:
leaping on scented meadows strewn with poppies, bluebells and daisies...
while my cheeks feel the warmth of the September sun mixing with breeze!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
dreaming of sunrises to opine!


I will invite the blue jays, the mockingbirds and the lively butterflies
to watch me dance...where's that blonde-haired boy who plays the flute?
I like to feel those golden sun rays as I felt them in the prime of my happy youth,
and isn't spring the pure essence of happiness that glows on a serene face?
Ill be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
observing lilies that climb and entwine!
     



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Soon my prince will come

while the spring sun conquers her sky
every breath sigh crystallizes less
darkness of winter has still a blind eye
the maiden sun displaying her finesse
the fading glory of  a passing night
the only residue maidenly fields
illuminated with stars so bright 

while the spring sun conquers her sky
starlings decorate a bare tree
singing their joyful spring song
about crocuses coloring shamelessly
the maiden sun displays her finesse
a silent message coming along
the rabbits conquer their playground
tiptoeing  intersecting tracks of footprints
silence fades into their drumming sound

while the spring sun conquers her sky
she evaporates thinnest wintry ice
slowly delicate vapors ascend 
earth no longer a freezing device
the fading glory of  a passing night
spring will become everybody's friend
a cloudless blue sky caresses
her sun shines lovingly and warm
in seconds she dresses 

even the fish in my pond
are dancing their first ballet
the algal turning awned 
the waterlily preparing her bouquet
while the spring sun conquers her sky
covered with a thin frozen shield
a silent message coming along
first leaf announcing the re-birth of her green field

while the spring sun conquers the sky
her exhibitions the applicable art form
displaying first her floating green quince
dressing up for the seasonal reform
paving the path for a fresh batrachian prince
darkness has no longer a black eye
every breath sigh crystallizes less
while the spring sun conquers the sky
paving the path for a fresh batrachian prince


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The Turning Ground

*    It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                               winter is past the sun                                                                                               does bring the warmth of dancer’s spring                                                                     love rises buds begun                                     *                                                                                                                              The scent of coming flowers sweeps                                                                             away death’s sway new life                                                                                            It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                             death lies untrue, no wife              *                                                                                                                                 It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 the flowers, birds do care                                                                                             as life does fly towards the sky                                                                                    the song of love we share                                                                                 *                                                                                                                                As newness flames the hearts of kin                                                                            She sleeps only no breath                                                                                               It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 but life steps forth, she weds


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Prevernal Melody

Politely pirouetting drops:
They pitter patter on,
In sync with round, pink, tiny toes
In rosy hazy dawn.
 
Soft droplets flow like mother’s milk
So calming, creamy, sweet;
She nourishes the greens that crave,
Who feed like tweeting beaks.
 
Fresh greenery blooms, awakening
With vibrant vivid hues:
Euphoria for buzzing bees,
Completing spring’s prelude.


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Sweet Spring

what will you do sweet spring
to weather the torrid snow
will you sing to us like daffodils
and lilies or leave the wind to blow

what will you do mother earth
as winter wares a mask
only sunlight surrounds her girth
when will you remove this torrid birth
what will you do mother earth

this winter with no rain
the flowers have already bloomed
what will you do sweet spring
for you linger without any pain
what will you do mother earth

winter is contagious on the east coast
snowing for all those that know
what will you do sweet spring
for our joy is vested in you
feeling cool sunlight for all to boast

what will you do mother earth
from sunlight do refrain
to a drought you have given birth
what will you do sweet spring
don't leave us with only summer pain

sing to the heights sweet spring
for you come only once a year
refresh the birth of all that is dear
your sweet pleasure will appear
what will you do sweet spring


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Outback Spring

Poppy can you tell me, just one more, 
About the seasons, you say there are four
The old man in his rocking chair
Smiled at his granddaughter, oh so fair

Tell me please about Spring,  
It seems to make spirits sing.
She begged as she climbed onto his lap,
His memory turned to a younger chap

Before I came to Queensland’s Outback
He began; I lived beside a Welsh coal stack
There when winter’s grip firm and bold
Relinquished, a world of beauty does unfold

Birds again begin to sing
Green shoots from the earth do spring
A rhapsody of brand new life
A joy of colour, and far less strife

We have only two seasons here,
And then not even every year
When they come, the wet and the dry
Both in excess will make us cry

In the dry we pray for rain
Yet when it comes it floods the plain
Then we pray for it to dry
And we watch our cattle die

Poppy, the child said drawing near
I guess, we are really lucky here
All the people long for Spring again
Yet we have it after every decent rain

03/03/2014


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Dakota Skies Part 2

Earlier than usual, for the pigs have broken free from their pen,
We are allowed to quit the milking because someone must get them.
The excitement of getting to be with her sets us to a run
But when we discover the pigs, we know that it is done. 
From the woodpile we gather two-by-fours with which we lay into 
The backs of the wild beasts because it is all we can think to do.
They had formed a circle around her, pushing and pulling her pain
Her hind legs were strings of blood and bone, little did remain.
With curses of Christian children we hurled into the wind 
We chased the beasts away from her, beating them for their sin.
Though her cries had quieted to whispers, she was crying still 
And this time we cried with her, for we knew the what will.
Mother, we asked for the gun, but father was not home.
Mother, we asked for the knife, but the good knives would not be won.
My brother made me wait inside so I ran to the kitchen window
And perched myself on the sink, pulling the curtain low.
He sat with her head curled in his lap in the shade of the old tree, 
Crying into the warmth of her neck and then to set her free
His small arms around her neck and his unanswered cries 
Echoing across the plains and through the cold Dakota skies.

2/25/14


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Put Your Ear to the Ground

Complexity comes in the simplest of forms-
Sounds all around us continually speak 
When the spring equinox is nigh-
Children at play, screaming glee to the wind
Sliding down slides, landing with a thud.

The cry of seagulls enjoying a free dinner
Whilst beach goers forget their leftovers-
The lapping of the waves, purity abound
Draws every human like a magnet, as if 
Still secure within the Mother’s womb.

Sit in a meadow of grass, listen close
There is a microcosm of sounds to adore
A snake slithering into his hole in the ground,
A cricket jumping, an ant colony busily working
The scratching of a mole, digging blindly, crunching
on insects- appetites galore!
Sweet Spring! a time when the newborn are learning
and the fertile earth renewed- 
Listen closely and you can hear their progressive journey
To earn their wings and leave the nest.
A colt’s awkward run, the fledgling bird
flapping for all it is worth. 
Frogs chirruping in the night, a fox
stealthily seeking it’s prey. The owl warning
of advancing predators, just so he can
greedily take the deceived rabbit as his own.
Listen close as new life begins all around
Invigorating spring abounds in sound! 



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A CASTLE HEARTSTONE MYSTERY

A beautiful girl was born
In secret...
On a spring night
Just before dawn
 
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Your heart would melt
 
As she grew
Everything she touched
She loved too
The inner peace
Made people turn and sigh
 
In the depths of the Castle
She was kept secret
For the mother knew
The humilation and pain too
 
For the child,
a father was not known
For the mother,
she carried the secret
In her aching heart
On her face, the pain shown
 
The father, so they say
Handsome and charming
Took her heart
Took her love
Then went away
 
A girl, so fair
As beautiful as the day
Often wondered
Of the man
Who took her mothers'
heart away
 
Her mother in despair,
died
A broken heart
No one could repair
 
The girl,
such sorrow
Yet everything 
She touched
She loved too
 
A girl, so fair
Accepted with innate grace
the loss
She could bare
Serenity , upon her face
 
Abeautiful child
Bcame a woman
Eerything she touched
Se loved too
 
On a  spring night
Se must find
Te man who helped bring her ,
in to this world
Eerything she touched
Bcame light
 
Se sensed he was near...
Smething in the wind showing
Whose ripples she could hear
Her fair hair,  blowing
 
A fair wind came
Warm and sweet
from the South
A Prince to meet
 
A South Wind Prince confessed
A daughter to love
A girl, so fair
Everything she touched,
was blessed
 
A tale of love spurned
A mothers' despair
A daughters' love returned
A girl, so fair
Averything she touched
She loved too
With a heart, 
Carried in you


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I TRUST, YOU'LL REMAIN FAITHFUL TO ME...

The warm spring rain is a steady downpour 
 on this foggy eight- wheeler
parked by a dark highway seen from nowhere, 
as I hold and softly caress
your glowing photograph in my hands;
this wish seems impossible,
and imagining you next to me...
brings me closer to reality!

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
and mark down another empty day,
making you restless and insecure;
all in all, I am the same man you adored!

My feet trudge into the deep sand...    
making me wish that there was more
to life than this useless sorrow;
I have loved you and been proud of it,
and I hope to make you the happiest...
when all this comes to an end! 

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
as I am faithful to you to this day;
to give up everything we gave and felt...
would be none other than foolishness!

The spring rain has stopped coming down,
a patch of blue is seen though the bright clouds;
at least, my hope isn't completly gone...
that's  a good sign for a guy who only wished once!


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THE EARLY SPRING SINGS TO THE MOON

It's after midnight,and I walk unhurriedly
on a well-lit road flanked by orchids;
a casual squirrel crosses fearfully
as I listen to the soft sounds of crickets,
turning repeatedly to both sides
so curious to know where they hide...

The early spring sings to the moon,
a spotted face looking solemnly happy
while the friendly stars smile on:
to hear the whispers they exchange sweetly;
and before the nightgales retrieve at dawn
in rosy tree tops, they'll be gone...  

I spot patches of dark blue,
like the lake below,peaking through
the huge branches of oaks and pine trees;
the soft moon's gleams paint them in silver,
and how lovely they seem in that glimmer,
enough to give them the sembiance of a magical forest
within a sweltering city in need of a cool breeze,
capable of bringing relief from the hazy mist...

The early springs sings to the moon,
the merry notes float on the scented breeze
to reach a distance I cannot achieve;
my contemplation will end soon...


I go past the yellow and purple daffodils;
are they ever tired of standing on their stems,
of giving their pollen to the eager butterflies?
What a joy and beauty they'll take away from us!


The early spring sings to the new moon,
I am a vagrant in this nature's wondrous spectacle;
like life going through short days: bright or dull,
I passing through to live and die soon...


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Zephyrus The King of West Wind

Zephyrus, King of West Wind, son of Dawn:
Only from the pages of Myth you're known,
For myriad eons ago
Man decided to descend into matter,
Where truth forgotten - as never known:
Beyond appearances, oneness moving with
Inescapable perfection!

Fructifying love that endures forever,
Keep counts on misdeed never
Messenger of Spring
Brings life to all things,
Where truth forgotten - as never known:
Beyond appearances, oneness moving with
Inescapable perfection!

Kiss of West Wind melts the snow,
Calls on the mummified seeds to grow
Green leaves sprout from 
Self made coffins,
Where truth forgotten - as never known:
Beyond appearances, oneness moving with
Inescapable perfection!

The valley filled with light breeze  
Heaven sent lilies ease 
The heavy laden hearts'
Heralding the need for new beginning,
Where truth forgotten - as never known:
Beyond appearances, oneness moving with 
Inescapable perfection!




Contest by Shadow Hamilton
Gods of Winds
15/12/14
Source: Gods, Demigods & Demons
             An encyclopedia of Greek Mythology
             By Bernard Evslin  
             Published by Scholastic Inc.


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A CHILDS' BLESSING

Faeries and butterflies 
On an Autumn day 
Sweet lilting song 
The Whispering Trees sigh 

A boy for Autumn 
Leaves of gold and red all around 
A sky, so blue 
A child born... 
A King found 

A blessing from Heartstone 
Across the sea, so blue 
Shadowfire too 

In the Great Hall 
A boy, so perfect 
So true 
A Faeries' blessing for all 

A Spring Queen... 
So serene 
Within her arms, 
she did bring 
An Autumn boy 
A King.. 

Offerings for the new boy... 
A flower from the Spring Queen 
A golden feather from the King of Air 
Water from the Stream of Sighs 
A leaf from the Whispering Trees 
Faerie Dust 
A book from the Kings' Library 

Faeries and butterflies 
On a crisp Autumn day 
The Heartstone glowed, 
for beauty showed 


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WHERE DO ALL THE BIRDS GO?

Where do all the birds go? 
Autumn brings rain 
The birds............ 
Gone again 
Before the winter snow 

Where do the birds go? 
Leaving me......... 
All alone.......... 
With a leafless tree 
Birds, flown 
Yet, not me 

Where did all the birds go? 
Quiet flurry of snow........ 
They gave no sign......... 
They didn't show...... 

To follow a sun...... 
The birds....... 
The Autumn rain........ 
Here again.......... 
The birds... 
gone.......... 
One by one 

Where do all the birds go? 
I do not know 
I have no wings, 
to follow........ 
I sit and wait for Spring 
The return of sound........ 
From the air 
Feathered things found........ 
I missed them so 

I do not have wings, 
to take me to the sun 
They left me.......... 
One by one 
My heart no longer sings 
I must wait.......... 
Until winter is done, 
and spring has begun 


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IN A SPRING WOOD

I awoke to the sound
of birds calling
Such joyous chorusing
In a Spring wood
 
So fresh
So new
The colours iIsaw
The vividness too
 
To run through
The trees
The wind upon my face
A sea of purple and blue
Flowers underfoot too
 
So many shades of green
In a spring wood
I was lost in between
 
Such a fresh dawn
Rosy red
To live life anew
To be reborn
Start again too


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THE COMING OF THE SPRING QUEEN

When winter became a Spring day..... 
The Spring Queen came ,with out delay 
She approached through the Whispering Trees 
Everything she touched, turned to green 
Fresh shoots,budding leaves..... 
Flowers to be seen 

The Eastern Wind, 
bringer of life and green 
Followed the Spring Queen 
The awakening........... 
The greening.......... 

The Castle gates opened wide 
The Spring Queen walked inside.............. 
The walled garden grown 
Welcomed into Castle Heartstone 

Her fingers touched the wall........ 
Instantly the flowers grew.......... 
In places not before seen 
Such is the power of the Spring Queen 

The air filled with the sound of birds............ 
Birdsong, too beautiful for words 
For, there was life everywhere 
The Spring days,so fair 

The mood of the Castle lifted 
The life,the colour 
The Spring Queen, gifted 

The bare trees filled out, 
the welcoming shade 
The walled garden transformed............ 
Colour spilling everywhere............ 
Spring is in the air 

Such joy and happiness.......... 
Bursting through 
The Whispering Trees 
The East Wind breeze 
The meadow flowers, so blue 

Fresh flowers filled the Castle........... 
Most of all in the Great Hall......... 
Where the Heartstone lay, 
on the north wall 

The hum of bees, 
buzzing on the breeze 
Spring honey,so sweet........... 
A real treat! 

The Spring Queen......... 
Giving birth........... 
To a new and beautiful earth 
The land lay green..... 
The flowers, to be seen 

These flowers,sublime 
The emerging springtime............ 
All too soon the days grew hot......... 
The days grew long......... 
The days had new meaning............ 
Soon it would be Summer Queens' time 
the intense greening 


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THE WATER OF LOVE

Deep within a mountain 
At it's heart 
A spring flowed 
From it, love 
Glowed 

Water is the source of everything 
Love, life 
Birdsong 
Trees 
An eagles' golden wing 

A gemstone 
Filled with love, 
began in a spring 
A Heartstone 
The water of love 
Flowed 
Such light 
Glowed 

Heartstone mountain 
Welling deep 
In its' heart 
Love to seep 

Keep the love 
Keep the faith 
A mountain spring 
Love, life 
Can give you everything 

The water of love 
Touched you 
Touched me 
For in the heart 
Welling forth 
Flowing you see 
There is no other way 
What was always known 
A living Heartstone 
Within you 
Within me