While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart made of ice
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose
Author: Elaine George
* Note: This poem is a Personification as well as a triple Fibonacci
Brian Strand's 'Image Contest': First Place
John Heck's '12-in-one' Contest: First Place
The world that once was slumbering
Beneath the quilt of Winter's snow
Is now set free to gladly see
The rays of golden sunlight
He peeks at first so shyly through
The drifting clouds of leaden grey
And then, behold his beams of gold!
A kiss of gentle sunshine
The trees are budding, flowers bloom
And shades of gentle green abound
The birds of spring so sweetly sing
While kissed by rays of sunlight
How father-like the sun looks down
In glorious warmth and light
To see the things his fire brings --
The miracle of sunshine
From east to west he travells on
In grandly royal golden robes
A pilgrim man, that once began
Benignly sending raylets
As here I watch th'unfolding spring
And bask in beams of heaven's king
I think of monarchs, once divine
Whose wond'rous kingdoms once did shine
This sun hath missed not one poor soul
But fondly with a tender touch
Hath kissed the maids that dwelt in glades
Of distant lands now vanished
Now all, I think, once gently kissed
Have sung the praise of heaven's rays
And all, it seems, that Sun hath wist
Have tracked his run throughout their days
His rhythmic climb and equal fall
While heeding Nature's firmest call
His constant change, yet still the same
When once returned from whence he came
A mystery, a miracle
At times a friend, at times severe
But each new day at Dawn's approach
Reveals the kiss of sunshine
The buds slowly peek into the sunlight
As flowers bloom inside the verdant pastures
Among the slowly winding, silvery, gurgling stream
The yellow daffodils sway back and forth, caress by the whistling wind
Beside the pasture, early in the morning, the birds are now moving
With many chattering, chirping and dancing through the trees
Winter has loosen his cold tentacles
And beards are no longer seen
The rays of sun cast a beautiful light on the wet grass
And even the the squirrels and the chipmunks find food to eat
There is new growth everywhere and excitement in the air
All is well, there is a hint of a cool summer breeze
Springtime is fickle,
teasing with a warm embrace -
then a cold shoulder,
but she has teased us before
and love has come in the end ...
March 31, 2014
I sat on the toy store shelf, feeling all bottled-up and unwanted.
The kids prefer to play with video games, these days,
rather than being outdoors with me.
Then one day, this little girl grabbed me down from the shelf
and begged her Mommy to buy me.
She took me out to play as soon as we got home.
The spring day was so bright as I met the sun for the first time.
I could not contain the joy that I felt
as she unscrewed the lid and dipped the plastic wand
into the soapy liquid. She brought the wand to her lips
and gently blew out a line of iridescent bubbles.
I felt so free, floating through the air with my new friends.
Her giggles of delight were the sweetest sound.
She dances as we swirl around her. Pure imagination takes over
as she pretends to be a fish in a bubbly underwater world.
I will never forget the wonder that was in her eyes.
The wind caught each one of us, taking us on a new adventure.
She runs to try and catch me as I drift up and away from her.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
May 20th, 2014
The petal has floated into a new vast world
The wind of harmony uplifts the petal
The petal is drifting with serendipity
The petal is in love
Bliss is all I see, floating on winds that freed me
Dancing with others in a swooning flurry
How long will nirvana last without my tree
Time, please do not hurry
Pity the perennial
They are isolated from winds of passion
Never taking a chance, never will they see unknown beauty
Why are they watching us while we explore all of mother nature's creation
Fading, the sun relinquishes my mortal soul
Withering away, the earth is reaping me
Crumbling, winds spread my ashes into the sunset
I am ready, sweet death
The sun dances around
Smiling brightly down at earth
Spring is here at last!
The sun’s hands reach down
After a cold winter
Buds and flowers open up
Looking at the sky with gratitude
The trees wave their branches
Saying thank you to the sun
They all agree,
Spring is their favorite season
March came in this year, like a wet feline,
Growling and mad without a sign
Of the sweet pussycat that she can be.
I wonder what made her so angry.
Winter won’t leave yet, Spring wants her turn.
March, caught in the middle begins to yearn
To be a month with no change of season.
Her stress causes me to lose my reason.
So don’t blame March if within her reign,
Everything is wild and a bit insane.
Winter wants his turn and Spring must wait
Until he is going out of the gate.
It is then you will see a swift turn around
With sweet March smiling without a frown.
The sun will shine and skies will be blue
And to this March madness, we’ll bid adieu.
For Carolyn's contest won 2nd place
Today, glimpsed I, a curious sight
A mound of snow, no longer white.
It basked alone, upon brown grass
It seemed to say, this too shall pass
When greener days shall come to be
When spring soon covers every tree
With robins nests and leaves of green
This mound of snow shall cease to be.
And so, in passing by, paid my respects
To winter and to all of its effects
And bid springtime my warmest welcome.
For as long as this old earth shall spin
God has ordained each winter’s end
Yea, God has ordained each spring begin.