In the midst of morn she quietly rose
to greet the dawn of silent repose
She searched beyond the frozen hills
and through the bough's of crystal frills
She danced in dream as clouds rolled by
in hopes the sun would pierce the sky
As moments passed nil of light
the wind kicked up with all it's might
In tumbling turmoil the west winds raged
in fluttering beauty to turn the page
Within a breath a single sigh
the Winter wrath had waved goodbye
As sunlight burned of velvet white
upon her face a shaft of light...
Poet ~ Rick Parise
nature sings softly her lively recital
everything is glorious and looks vital
the swans exhibit courtship behavior
movements weary tiles for a spring paviour
thrushes chitter their earliest symphony
birdseed germinates and outspreads spring widely
two newts show a beautiful mating dance
strawberry plants use their early spring chance
a show of new born green just above the ground
alders pollen causing sneezing peoples' sound
few snowdrops, celandine, white dead nettle
and hazel trees show leaves and huge mettle
appetite dictates this walk with our dog
a craved annual entry in our blog
at length awaited while walking and watching
dozens of reasons for thinking and talking
the artificial Christmas tree just packed
the baubles and the glass peak safely wrapped
a large cup of hot chocolate a good mate
served forthwith stale Christmas cookies on a plate
'Tis another glorious spring and I planted my garden with the expectation,
That I shall reap a bountiful harvest for my table with minimum frustration!
I planted the usual stuff - carrots, radishes, onions and termaters,
Watermelons, peas, corn, beans and a few hills of russet pertaters.
With the Good Lord's help, lots of sun and occasional showers of rain,
The seeds sprang to life along with some curses that are my infernal bane!
I've discovered that I have a healthy crop of weeds that need attention,
And a host of other intrusive visitors that I'll proceed to mention!
I was dismayed to discover legions of caterpillars and mealy bugs,
Pruning my plants along with hordes of ugly snails and slimy slugs!
They're even being attacked from below by gophers and moles,
And from above by crows making diving sorties from the clothesline poles!
'Coons, 'possums and wabbits at raiding my garden are very deft,
And armies of well-disciplined ants are gleaning what is left!
I even caught some nasty little kids filching a watermelon last night!
I chased them but those little dudes took off with the speed of light!
With a storm of wind and hail this morn I saw all my labor disappear!
Come next spring I think I shall opt to sit on the patio and guzzle beer!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Spring tea,I'm invited
you are too ,'cause she's decided
underneath the willow tree
served a little after three
baby bear and kitty cat
sit right where they've always sat
but now she's put us on the right
beside the zebra black and white
they're already stuffed you see
from eating cookies at spring tea
she has pots and pans to clean
from all her baking in between
doling out the china berries
"Don't eat them ,they aren't
She makes cookies out of sand
a little water and they're grand
she will scold you if you're late
she meets you at the garden gate
escorts you to your special place
she has icing on her face
from the cupcakes Mommy brings
to mix them in with all those things
the leaves and acorns on our tray
Spring Tea gets better every day
When you're almost,nearly four
you learn to serve,you learn to pour
just think how boring life would be
If not invited to SpringTea.
It's early spring and what do you know
The corn is as low as an elephant's toe
The grass has riz no sign of rain
Boidies are singing a happy refrain
Feel like jumping and clicking my heels
But I'm 77, take a long time to heal
Think I'll just watch the young 'uns at play
And reminisce bout the good ole days
The corn is as low as an elephant's toe
Soon reach his eye as the old song goes
It's early spring and what do you know
The corn is as low as an elephant's toe
© Jack Ellison 2013
Those of us who live on farms
Aren’t immune to springtime's charms
We simply take a different view
Spring to us is mostly poo
While others trill of daffodils
And daisies blooming on the hills
We gaze upon the cattle herds
And think about those mounds of turds
As snow and ice vacate the ground
We see revealed another mound
And chickens at a steady rate
Hunt and peck and defecate
The fluffy white gamboling lambs
And piglets destined to be hams
All leave their fragrant calling cards
Throughout the meadows, fields and yards
As others rave about the birth
Of sweet green seedlings from the earth
We head out with our boots and spade
To shovel dung from out the glade
Collecting it can be a chore
But all that fragrant rich manure
Hauled from pasture, field and stable
Nourish foods that grace our table
A is for ants, they love a picnic too!
B is for birds, you may have to shoo
C is for cake, maybe tangy lemon or spice
D is for drink, cool, preferably, lemon on ice
E is for Easter, the best time for a spring picnic
F is for flies, uninvited, they come and make you feel icky
G is for garden, an ideal place to sit and eat
H is for happy children, munching on treats
I is for icing, the frosty lemon topping
J is for jazz, this music can be mellow or get you hopping
K is for kite, huge, colorful and climbing high
L is for loud laughter, that travels sailing by
M is for memories, make them joyful together
N is for no, a word you shouldn’t say to Mother
O is for orange, gives a refreshing aroma when pared
P is for pies, very easy to make and share
Q is for quilts, handmade, in many long hours
R is for rings, like crispy sweet onions dipped in flour
S is for Sunday a good "picnicking" day
T is for tart, rasberry and coconut on display
U is for under, below a big tree, a cool spot for shade
V is for vitality, borrowed from sunshine at any age
W is for walking, a good thing to do after a meal
X is for xylophone, an instrument little brother plays with zeal
Y is for yellow jackets chasing the smell of sweetness in air
Z is for a Zebra picnic blanket of black/white stripes, colors always in pairs
I have always enjoyed picnics in spring with vibrant green grass and all things new. I have a daughter, sweet as can be. Picnics can be fun, so if you have little ones, they grow up so fast this may be one of those times to make good memories.
My garden is unfolding before my startled eyes.
Each blossom as it opens is a welcome, glad surprise.
The daffodils are blooming and spread sunshiny cheer,
While the tulips are struggling to hold up their heads this year.
The plum trees are in blossom, their branches snowy white,
Others playing possum keep their new buds closed up tight.
Rhododendrons showing color, camellias in full bloom,
The scene is ever changing in my outdoor living room.
Crocuses and small snowdrops are already past their prime.
Anemones and pansies are expected anytime.
A bunny in my garden is looking for a deal.
And eagle in my birch tree, eyes the bunny for a meal.
Oh my garden in the springtime is an optical delight,
While predators of every kind are looking for a bite.
I must find a way to thwart them without poisoning the land..
I will share with the less greedy, slugs and aphids must be banned.
Love was as hot as a red moon.
Passion was on fire and was soothed.
A total lunar eclipse occurred on April 15.
The moon was coopery red.
The warmth of her blood was astrologically aligned.
Mother Earth was with her Sun God.
She stood majestically in his eyes.
The core of his being was a deep arousal of desire.
Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Sought the Red Moon via telescope,
a ritualized ceremony.
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Contest Name: RED MOON
Seems appropriate in January, when the snow has yet to stop
That the flower of the month would be a lovely white Snowdrop
Then when February comes, we've still frost on our nose
But not so much that we can't smell the fragrance of Primrose
In March we're all waiting to hear the spring birds trill
And up through the snow there pops the Yellow Daffodil
Next April showers welcome spring and we begin to see
New life out in the garden with the delicate Sweet Pea
The Lilly of the Valley represents the month of May
With tiny little blossoms, like white pearls on display
The summers now upon us and in June the garden grows
The princess of all flowers, the beautiful Cream Rose
July, full of sunshine,warms the waters of the ponds
Smiling on the Waterlily's, with their graceful fronds
In August as in Flanders fields, we see the Poppies grow
Showing off their colors, letting their beauty show
Mine is the Deep Blue Aster, in September I arrived
And though the days are cooler now, it's blossoms have survived
Cosmos are for October, harbingers of fall
But with their fragrant blossoms, warmer days recall
And what would be November without the hardy Mum
Unlike the other flowers, to winter won't succumb
And finally in December with shiny leaves of green
Holly brightens up our days, hail to winters queen
The snow that shrinks in the glen and the wood
Would gladly stay through the spring if it could.
While clouds have flown to free the sapphire sky,
The liquid snow of winter tumbles by.
It melts into puddles of liquid gold
As the sun's growing warmth exiles the cold.
The warming sun highlights the tips of trees,
Inviting new growth, encouraging bees.
The swaying daffodils are in full bloom,
Yet others sleep in Mother Nature’s womb.
Tiny green buds are peeking from the trees
And big, white blossoms are soon to be seen!
The spring flowers raise their heads to the sun,
Soon to be used for Easter bonnet fun.
*In the order they appear here, these seven couplets were written by: Craig Cornish, Isaiah Zerbst, Heather Ober, David Williams, Jack Horne, Andrea Dietrich, and Seren Roberts. Thanks for participating, guys! :)
I can touch buds on spring flowers as they open to greet the sun
Smell a sweet scent in the breeze, as the darkness starts to run
feel on my cheek ray's of the sun as life emerges from their bed
I taste the salt from my tears, GONE, is that what they said?
If come spring my time on earth, should be ended with one word
I will do my best for family, to teach reason and spread your word
How do I teach family of my knowledge, hope God will please employ
How can this man teach his family, when he has lost all hope and joy?
Can the only one on earth to love or share this sorrow with be you
Lost like falling leaves of spring, moving only when a cold wind blew
Realizing I'm caught between dying and dead just as these leaves
No happiness or joy just asking why, when, what or if I have to leave
Make good use of this man but, children dying take hope from this old boy
grand-child can't live, why should I survive without love, hope and joy?
Death is a thief of a child
"If spring is all the time I have to finish teaching what I know
I'll teach what I can of life to my family without shedding tears"
A little bit confused was beautiful Spring,
She had to choose for life a bridegroom.
Who will give her a wedding ring?
Three men wanted to be her happy and bloom.
March, April and May vied with each other.
About their great love they quietly talked.
April was for Spring like a brother,
With March she just often liked to walk.
Timid March gave her beautiful primroses,
Out of snowdrops he made a wreath,
He didn’t want to know any losses,
He promised her the whole world’s wealth.
Delicate and sweet was April.
He gave her a necklace of brilliant drops.
The life with him could be stable, - he said,
She’d be rich and would get good crops.
A wonderful May pleaded Spring:
You are my love! Take my wedding ring!
Be quick, Spring! Be my wife!
We’d be happy together the whole life.
And Spring trusted the handsome May.
Without any delay she sewed the white dress,
For the veil she took the apples blossoms.
That was her best and the happiest day.
The whole world was whirling in the dance.
May was getting married with Spring!
The Earth was full of love and romance,
Happiness to all this marriage would bring.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Going out on a date calling around at nine
We are to wrap up warm no high heels this time
Dressed in thick sweaters trainers on our feet
We drove to the river a boat was waiting looking sleek
Jumped aboard and off to go wind in the sails so strong
Heading for an island when everything went wrong
Wind dropped sail hanging limp nothing we could do
Looked at each other with smouldering looks, both knew
How we ended up on a bunk not sure that's true
But know when we made love our minds just blew
Spring is in the air so the saying goes
Know how those rabbits feel with libidos all aglow
Peeping out of the porthole just looked and stared
The boat had drifted to the island where a hamper had been prepared
Picnicked with a blanket on the ground, had bubbly up my nose
Ate smoked salmon with rye, dozed dreamily rubbing my toes
It has been a lovely day though not quite what we had in mind
Think spring is our favourite season with summer not far behind.
Lying on the bank of the river, fingers dabble in the flow
Your head across my stomach, watching the waters go.
Little fluffy ducks abound, and new damsel flies unfurl
The early season brown trout leap, and make a splashing swirl.
Fingers running through your hair, my body satisfied and warm
You trace my lips with your finger, we're hidden from the brewing storm.
The storm we know will hit us, and what will we do then?
But cherish this stolen time together, in our sheltered glen.
Kisses that fall like the spring time rain
We know not when it will happen again?
Spring comes but once a year and we grasp it with both hands
We cherish and watch the buds explode; leaf covers the new born land.
Fingertips that may not touch, in the next seasons rising sun
Time to move on our way, another season begun…
How do we pretend ,that there is no spark of love?
It’s like trying to stop the clouds that form in the heavens above.
Good day my beloved one another spring will come
Perhaps we will share it, under another rising sun.
© 12/09/2102 ~GG~
I'm lookin' forward to the arrival of spring with great anticipation,
With the bloomin' of purty flowers and much needed precipitation!
All winter long I've supported the local squirrel and avian population!
Word seems to have gotten 'round that there's free grub at my location!
They're eatin' me outta house and home causin' me some serious privation!
Hopefully, with arrival of spring them fellers will consider migration,
Seekin' other climes for their foragin' causin' me much less aggravation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Spring is here, the birds are singing everywhere
Bright colored flowers smell so sweet they fill the air
The warm spring breeze swaying the leaves on the trees
Children are so happy they run and they play
Thinking of summers vacation coming closer each day
And the feeling that everything is starting anew
How lucky we all are that God made this season for me and for you
The very first blossom of spring
Is an early gift that summer will bring
The very first shower that falls
Is an answer to a parched earth’s calls
The very first castles of cumulus high
Cruises the sea of a blue desert sky
The very first swallow that sews tattered cloud
Is met by a buffet of a flying ant crowd
The very first day that I looked upon you
I heard Cupid’s chuckle as my heart was pierced through
The very first kiss that I stole full of doubt
Was answered by rain from your love’s soft rich cloud
The very first kiss held the promise of spring
A promise of summer that your love would bring
I do not write in April, because that’s the month that comes before May.
I do not write in April, because then June would arrive in total disarray!
I do not write in April, now, although I have before this day.
I do not write in April, actually, although with words I’m known to play.
I do not write in April, when there’s ANZAC’s, Easter and Palm Sunday.
I do not write in April, and from that delicate decree I’ll not go astray.
I do not write in April, but exactly why, I can’t quite say.
I do not write in April, and it’s for the best, that here, I don’t betray.
I do not write in April, although I do read papers from my in-tray.
I do not write in April, so you won’t find any papers in my out-tray.
I do not write in April, when I’m outside whiling my time away.
I do not write in April, for that fills my insides with strange dismay!
I do not write in April, for I’ll not wear a wreath like a gloomy lay!
I do not write in April, but I’ll cheerfully whistle down your way.
I do not write in April come whatever, come what may.
I do not write in April. I do not write in April I say!
I do not write in April, but I’d gladly sing a song for Spring to stay.
A flower rejects the chill of winter's icy constrain
to bathe in harmony with the heavenly spring rain
A princely frog on his lily pad chains
awaits his mate and descent of fertile spring rains
A sly fox trying to survive his hunger pains
cunningly awaits the lifesaving spring rain
A farmers precious crop would be sown in vain
without the arrival of blessed spring rain
When harsh winters leave us desolate and drained
we embrace in the bosom of the rejuvenating spring rain
The first day of spring arrived one week ago
Leaving winter behind like a shadow
Mornings after were filled with sunlight
Dancing daffodils and budding trees in highlight
But winter won’t give up the fight so easy
Weatherman calls for rain, it’s now freezing
As the spring rains first begin to flow
Prayers go out that there will be no snow
Forgetful of the most harsh winter days
We didn’t pray to miss the icy glaze
This morning in awe I stepped out to find
Winter has left one last mark for the time
Like beautiful crystal it hangs off the trees
Coating like glass all that one sees
It sparkles like firelight reflecting sun’s rays
This most wondrous icy wintry glaze
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Goodbye old friend it is time to go
Now that spring has melted the snow
The sunlight and rain brought freshness again
So it is time for spring cleaning to begin
It seems each year it is out with the old
Many things at a yard sale to be sold
Pots, pans, old clothes, shoes, and hats
Trinkets, tools, and a little of this and that
Someone will buy you and take you home
They will cherish you as their very own
Your time is only finished here and now
You’ll have a good life out there somehow
I don’t know what I’ll do now it’s true
I’m not sure I can live without you
Maybe with some fixing and a bit of a shine
I can make you last just a little more time
I think I will keep you just one more year
I would miss you too much, I see it so clear
This is the same thing I said last year
So we can’t tell my husband he can never hear
He’d never understand I’m not a pack rat
But let’s see him part with his cracked ball bat
So it looks like you’re safe right where you are at
But next year, well… I’ll think about that!
When leaves have fallen to the ground,
The time for winter is around.
It's time for birds to fly away
To warmer lands where they will stay,
'Til gone is winter's icy blast,
And spring is here again at last.
In springtime all the flowers bloom,
And people spring-clean with a broom.
Fawns are born and bears awake,
And rain again fills up the lake.
The smell of the air is fresh and sweet,
And the baby birds give a small "tweet, tweet."
When summer's come and spring is gone,
The skies are clear at morning's dawn.
The days are hot, the lake is cold,
Yet swimming each day never does grow old.
As fireflies light up the night,
The starry sky is quite a sight.
The leaves are now red, orange and brown,
As to the ground they soon fall down.
This is a sign that fall is here,
But yet the weather is not drear.
A chill tell bears it's time to sleep,
As farmers finish their harvest reap.
The Season Circle is now complete,
As winter once again we greet.
They held an election and
Politicians complained they
were grossly misquoted
The world unplugged
Slipped violently way out of
Tea cups tipped
Walk don't run but please get
to the shelter.
Strategists tasked to come up
with a plan
Went back to the time when
the country began
Accusatory fingers were
Who's to blame
What a shame
Blame the system, its alright
But another campaign will be
Based in part on the sweat of
the poor working man
A silent prayer for a magical
A ship of fools
Looks like spoils still belong to
Apple blossom evening
Stars are now appearing
And from the south far away
Once again spring has come to stay
There through my window
Murmured voice of music low
The evening stretches to the daybreak
And my hopeful soul is now awake
Working in the breeze
I bend to my knees
Thankful for my warm fields again
I roll up my sleeves in anticipation