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A Day When Winter Said Goodbye



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


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YEARNING FOR SPRING

nature sings softly her lively recital
everything  is glorious and looks vital
the swans exhibit courtship behavior
their dances visual pieces for their 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

(c) Elly Wouterse
(edited 12/17/2014)


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Garden Pests

'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


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If Ava Lu invited you

   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 
really cherries".
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.


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An Elephant's Toe



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


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Spring on the Farm

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


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Easter Picnic

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.   



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A RED MOON

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
Spiritual Poetess

Sought the Red Moon via telescope,
a ritualized ceremony.
________________________/
Sponsor:	Dave Wood
Contest Name: 	RED MOON 
04/14/2014


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Early Spring

*A Collaboration

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! :)


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A Bouquet For All Seasons

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


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The coming spring




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"


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Spring

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)


PERSONIFICATION contest


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Springtime romance contest

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.

21/02/2013





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Spring Love

                                ~Spring Love~
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~



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They're Eatin' Me Outta House And Home

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


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Spring

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


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My very first love

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


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I'd gladly sing a song for Spring

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.


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Rebirth

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






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Wintry Glaze

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


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Season Circle

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.


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Spring Cleaning

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!






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SPRING EVENING

 SPRING      EVENING

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


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My Favorite Things

My favorite things are part of Spring,
Each greening, borning, blooming thing.
A pansy face, a new made nest,
In spring God sends his very best.

The loveliest things that I could know
Are sent to me in springtime show.
Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings,
All new growings, all new sucklings.

Kitten and puppy, foal and calf,
How can they help but make me laugh?
In the worst of winters fury,
I think of them and have no worry.

God show his love to me in Spring. 
With things that cause my heart to sing.
Favorite things to keep me whole
Topped of with Spring to feed my soul.


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Empty Nest

I've seen chickens try to hatch a big glass ball.
Why the farmer put it there, I can't recall.
But the saddest bird I've known, is this robin all alone
Who's been sitting on her nest from spring to fall.

I will never know what happened to her mate.
I truly fear he's met a dreadful fate.
Nor what has happend to her little eggs of blue.
By now they'd be no good at any rate.

The swallows have raised several families.
They are flying back and forth with perfect ease.
Madam Robin pays no mind and every day I find
She's still sitting on that nest with out a cease.

Next spring I hope she finds a brand new mate.
And he'll be the kind to help her sit and wait
For the little babes to hatch and her tenderness to match.
May she have lots of eggs to incubate.

Joyce Johnson

Sung to the tune of (I was born about ten thousand years ago.)  Elvis Presley wrote lyrics.

 I think the tune is older.