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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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Spring

Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.


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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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Lady in the Spring

She walks amidst
   the yellow flowers
             her green eyes 
reflect sunshine
      Her hair is blown by
a 
  gentle 
           breeze
    she takes joy 
in the trees
        which stand tall 
like guardians of the 
   land
Walking in forest and
         field
            Breathing in delight with every breath
          Her beauty blends 
in with the flora of
  this land
 She moves with grace
Her feet step lightly
  until she reaches 
the lake
where she drinks deeply 
      of the healing 
waters of her homeland
      she becomes whole - at one with 
the season, at one 
with gorgeous flowers
   leaving barren reason 
behind
        this river - daughter 
knows peace
        and the cares of
yesterday
        dissolve as a cloudburst 
        sends down
sweet rain
                washing her body,
renewing the land 
 


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YOU'LL BRING SPRING TO ME

I've been living in a blizzard
And it feels like there's no end
Trying to keep my heart warm
The freeze is fighting to get in
Seems like the power's fading
Threats of darkness and fear
But no matter how cold it gets
I know Spring must be near

There's warmth in my tomorrow 
Light I almost feel and see
This Winter won't last forever
And the cold that's holding me
The snowstorm that I'm facing
Began when she said goodbye
It's gonna suddenly melt away
And on that day I'll know why

There's one girl in this world
She'll be a perfect fit for me
Someday our eyes will meet
You'll bring sweet Spring to me

So I'm keeping my eyes open
From this blizzard I'll survive
When Spring feels so far away
The hope of you keeps me alive

There's warmth in my tomorrow 
Light I almost feel and see
This Winter won't last forever
And the cold that's holding me
The snowstorm that I'm facing
Began when she said goodbye
It's gonna suddenly melt away
And on that day I'll know why

There's one girl in this world
Who is a perfect fit for me
Someday our eyes will meet
Girl, you'll bring Spring to me

You're my tomorrow
Hope's still burning bright
You might even be today
I feel this could be the night

You might even be today
I feel this could be the night

1-10-15


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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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Oh Spring

Oh spring, the fickle things you do
You tease with sunbeams on the face
And when at last  we shed our winter coat
You bring a shower, or maybe two...

Oh spring, you are so full or sweet surprise
You bring the blooms budding on the branch
You blow the breeze soft  upon our cheek
And bid us hear the lamb that cries...

Oh spring, yours a rainbow ore the hill
A time of lovers glances and sweet romances
And sounds of children's laughter in the air
For us you grow the greening grass, the daffodil...

Oh spring, you we welcome now with open arms
We with winter hearts that long to beat anew
You give us hope and feed our hungry souls
How easily we are subject to your charms...

Spring, stay with us awhile and wash away our winter blues
Until we have gathered strength and bid you a fond adieu..


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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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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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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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The Tree

                                            The Tree

Through the foggy mist of a new day dawning
Appears a huge tree, awaiting the birth of another winter morning.

All that remains is its bare branches stretching toward the sky
And an old abandoned nest, left by its owner who traveled south so it wouldn't die.

The tree appears lonely but somehow full of hope
As if it knows Spring will come which enables it to cope.

A few months have gone by and the faithful tree is still there
But now it's consumed with excitement from its first breath of spring air.

It seems new life has come to the tree within a blink of an eye
It now stands picturesque, full of lavish green foliage set against the baby blue sky.

It waves its branches proudly with the breeze as if to show off its features
Which also seems to serve as a welcome sign to all of God's little creatures.

It appears to be much happier, now that its friends are back once again
Cradling brand new birds' nests and providing shelter during the rain.

The little squirrels also take advantage of their most generous host
It seems they like chasing each other up and down the tree's trunk the most.

The tree is now bursting with activity
With all of God's wee ones living His promise of love and longevity.

All through the summer the tree takes pleasure as it continually strives
To serve as the best meeting place for everything that creeps, leaps or flies.

Full of contentment, I'll bet the tree lets out a happy sigh
Every time it watches a baby bird learn how to fly
Or whenever a caterpillar turns into a pretty butterfly.

I often wonder if the tree truly understands
The major part it plays in God's circle of life simply because it stands.

Fall has now arrived and the tree appears sort of saddened by the sound
Of its first leaf gently falling to the ground.

All of its friends begin packing it up as they gather for a big revival
That's when the tree wishes them a safe and happy journey as they head south for their survival.

The tree bids each one farewell and says loud and clear
"To each God's speed and have no fear
For I'll be waiting right here when you come back next year."

It is now winter and a year in the life of the tree has come full circled once more
Although lonely, it is bigger and stronger than ever before.

But I know not to feel sadness, especially for the tree's sake
For in God's plan, He makes sure even the tree gets a well-deserved break.


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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 Wish

She wanted to hear the seagulls shrieking by the bay
 and walk through gentle raindrops on a grey and foggy day

to see the purple crocus spreading across the hill
 and look into the faces of every daffodil

to see the cherry blossoms floating through the skies
 like a mad excited frenzy of paper butterflies

but the winter land was black and white
 and snow was everywhere

so back she went to wishing land
 curled up in her chair


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Spring fever


Emerging buds a sure sign,
Young shoots new growth,
Walking through fresh skin,
Springtide or spring fever!

All life close to revival,
Plants flower and leaves grow,
All colors of Mother Nature,
Meet again at fever pitch!

Hidden springs of consciousness,
Rebound with inspiring showers,
Enthusiasm short lived but contagious,
We meet in sweet spring, spring fever !!




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Spring Breeze

The trees are awaken by the soft blowing spring breeze, they are stretching their branches out as to welcome us back, the birds gently land as they start to serenade them with their beautiful songs.

The Spring Breeze blows gently as we step walk in natures bliss, we too are stretching our arms to take a deep cleansing breath, we have been hibernating deep in our cocoons that kept us warm and snug, now we must unfold ourselves and let our beauty be seen, as like a butterfly we too must take flight.

The ducks, seagulls, fly overhead, sharing their stories as we listen to them squawk, flying in unison in a flying V. Wherever are their journey has taken them, only they know. 

The Spring Breeze blows harder this time, I know this is my sign, that summer is coming, and the clear blue skies will paint its own tapestry for us to enjoy, all together again, in Minnesota style with smiles, laughter, and natures special way.


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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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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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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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Gates of Spring

The hard cold road of Winter ends
At green meadowed gates of Spring
As dove's wings flutter feathers bend
And birds once again want to sing

Sun's warm eye has opened anew
Giving its glare to every seed
The cool gray skies finally changed blue
Cold rain rumbles to fill a need

Rainbows appear and cross the sky
And wear colors of varied hues
Fog rises from Nature's Spring sighs
Lays on soft bended grass as dew

Birds on wing limb to limb at ease
Whistle a melody for mates
Butterflies float on the warm breeze
With colorful wings that stimulate

Winter ends at the gates of Spring
Meadows turn lush as flowers bloom
Spring's symphony strikes its bow string
Nature bows with a colored plume

For the contest Spring Fever
sponsored by Poetess Darkly


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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 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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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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Spring Fever

 
I went for a walk one Spring day

The sun was shining up above

As I strolled  with my friends

Soon to meet my one true love


Dressed in jeans and a jacket

Almost thought whether I should

Buy a pair of hiking boots

When I bumped into my one true love


My friends had walked on up ahead

While I wondered whether I could

My kitten heels had stuck in the mud

When I met my own one true love


He rescued me, my knight, my saviour,

He lifted me above the flood

Instantaneously a look in each other's eyes

Never to part from my one true love


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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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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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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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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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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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Song of Spring

Song of Spring

Rejuvenate! It’s time of spring,
creation’s sweet rebirth.
And now we need not feel the cling
of gloom upon this earth.

It’s time for thankfulness. Rejoice;
in flowered meadows dance!
Praise God and lift a happy voice
with fellow celebrants.

Refresh yourself. Dip hands and toes
into a rushing rill.
Feel sun on skin as water flows,
and let your soul refill!

A time of reverence too. Recall
how Jesus paid the price
and gave his life to save us all,
the greatest sacrifice.

Reflect!  Behold the blossomed trees.
Inhale the fragrance of
the lilac’s sprigs; hear drone of bees,
and ponder Christ’s great love.

A time to start anew. Revive!
Along each mountain slope,
the earth bathed green has come alive
with beauty, life, and hope.




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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!