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Spring Reverie

I heard the maytime robin sing
His merry voice has wakened spring;
Each golden note bursts forth to soar
Where sound and blossom now restore.
The drowsy earth sheds winter's rest
And all that slept find spring confessed
That radiant song that fills the air
Brings good news beyond compare.

The birds proclaim with joyful tune
The raptures of impatient June;
With potent scent the blooming flowers
Perfumes time with fragrant hours
A nest well hidden in a tree
Holds new life we can't yet see;
The crimson rose perfumes the gale
The virgin lily crowns the vale.
Where sun and shadows come to dwell
Seductive spring will cast her spell.

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Testing the water with bare toes
I will recoil
to the misted edge of hoarfrost
softened soil
peek through eyes of Crocus
and Jonquil
at the emptiness my promise
must fullfil.

I’ll whisper to the branches shy
with cold
to remember seasoned stories
they were told
beckon to the passing birds -
let us celebrate this
un-chilled night.

My warming fingers, reaching gently,
thaw river ice
as softened earth imparts my scent
to foggy spice
worms wiggle in the drizzling
April showers
as dawn tempts the stretching vines
climb empty bowers.

I will touch each aching heart
with sunshine’s gift
releasing all from stifling 
Winter’s grip
nestle with the Cardinals
and Jays
languish in renewals
warming haze.

submitted to Seasons – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton

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S - P - R - I - N - G Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired, his grip weakening, he breathes his last. The frowning skies finally crumble fast revealing downy blue clouds that waltz The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall touching, caressing but melting adagio the white icy coats among branches... The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves then upon naked arms of trees curls the color green trembling with symptoms of spring. Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums. Evergreen trees duet as they whistle to calm tunes of nippy breeze. All around a choir blushing fountain hues of brown, red, pink and yellow. Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost now stands. They burst with grins and jolts-- like squirrels bouncing up and down. Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by! Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps-- running dry with the heat rising slow on air. It stirs sweet liquid pearls to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells. Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar... Lured, they dance on merry-go-round in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine. Coats and boots all pack and rolled away, chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair as little children prance to do some plays. ©O.E. Guillermo Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Contest Name: Seasons Placed 1st 06:49 pm, January 01, 2015

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The Fall of The Winter King

The Fall of The Winter King    

He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.

His tactics had stunned the unsuspecting,
laid barren the fields,
blanketed the forest,
silenced the sounds of life itself.

A dictator, seeking no counsel,
accepting no offers of surrender,
driven by the desire to destroy
the kingdom that had usurped his throne.

Rumors spread of a daring bud – sprouting -
a tune hummed by the imprisoned trees
adrift on the whipping winds of war
in defiance of the heartless king.
A call to arms sounded
by the most gentle, the most delicate.

The first acts of open rebellion,
The resounding crack of the ice jamb
the aching roar of the river’s rage
surging over its banks
awakening those still held captive.

Slowly the insurrection took root
buds gathered in hidden clusters,
trees quietly bloomed
muffling the screeching gales,
offering safety to bands of rebels.
Flocks of warblers met -
feathered archers - hurling their
darting arrows against the glare
of a cold king’s horror.

Sweet grasses spread across
the brown, despoiled fields -
a verdant gauntlet tossed in the face of dread.
Flowers crept from thawing dungeons
waving their colors,
swarms of banished pollinators
followed the call to duty.

The ebb and flow of battle -
frosted retreats,
clandestine sunrise maneuvers.
The resurgence of heart,
the growing hope of warmth.

As memory of the chilled repression
faded preparation was made
to receive the beauty and bounty
of a new and peaceful King. 

John G. Lawless

For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest

Details | Light Poetry | |



              Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
       Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
         Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
          Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
             Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!

             A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
         From some distance, I have started to heard
         Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
       Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
        Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!

         First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
      Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
  Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
  Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!

                 Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
                Giving warning: careful during breaks
            Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
                Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
             Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!

                                     2:22 pm


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The Avenue

There, just beyond the door yard, she wanders
and I, hiding behind the curtain, catch glimpses
before she disappears up the avenue
that winds through the apple orchard.
Each morning I watch for her as she walks aimlessly.
Sometimes she steps across her previous step and spins,
dragging a broken branch she found,
and with her eyes closed---smiles.
On occasion she willingly falls, lying there,
still smiling and staring dreamlike at the branches
now laden with white blossoms and the busy humming of bees.
I wish I could know her thoughts--
but then, I fear they might be of some other love
instead of the wonder of this perfect spring day,
or, maybe she dreams of that love that she hasn't yet found.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll stroll---and say "Hello"?

Details | I do not know? | |

December to May

The land still held in wint'ry grasp.
Against the chill my breath did rasp.
When for a moment my eyes did see,
A fair maiden dancing nakedly.
Nary a stitch nor thread on her wond'rous shape.
As she beckoned I could naught but gape.
When she spoke her voice was a melody,
Promising things that I only dreamed.
I went to her in bewildered awe,
And this is suddenly what I saw-

White roses tangled in her flaxen tresses,
A thousand poppies at her feet,
Fairies danced in diaphinous dresses,
With sunlight was the scene replete.

On she led o'er field and meadow.
Where she trod the spring would show.
With love and joy my heart did swell,
For this maiden had rescued me from winter's hell.
For hours we laughed and sang and such.
I would gasp and tremble at her every touch.
Not once did I think to inquire her name,
Nor did I ask from whence she came.
We rested at length 'neath a stately oak,
And this I found when I awoke-

Gone was my maiden and the spring she brought,
Frozen were the fields and meadows,
Simply a dream, or so I had thought,
Yet clasped in my hand, a single white rose.

I return each day to this lonely place,
Hoping to glimpse my fair maiden's face.
Low does the sun sink in the winter sky,
When I turn home with a tear in my eye.
For once again she has neglected to show,
And left me this wretched ice and snow.
Yet I musn't believe that she does not care,
Lest I should let my heart despair.
For she will return again one day,
Turning as she goes, December to May.

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Pivotal Fall

Pivotal Fall Our Spring is so welcomed when Winter is done, We long for rebirth under warm sun. New growth of Spring will recall Green, lush Summer sprawl. Then with ease, Fall Paints the trees Bright shades to enthrall, Forestalling Winter’s drab pall Of snow, sleet and ice…not so much fun… Our Spring is so welcomed when Winter is done. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~3rd Place~ Contest: An Invented Form: Help Me Name it Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Judged: 02/23/2015 ------------------------------------------------------ Syllables: 11, 9, 7, 5, 3, 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11 Rhyme: a-a-b-b-c-b-c-b-b-a-a- Suggested Form Title: Hourglass Rhyme

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Here Comes Spring

They sit, waiting, fluffed birds on cold perch,
eyes pinched against winter’s harsh white
in defiance of the season’s bitter curse
holding still night’s frail and icy light.

Blanketed beneath soft downy quilt
potential undisturbed in earthen tomb
awaiting subtle shift of solstice tilt
to bathe in chilling waters flowing womb.

Awakened they push toward warming sun
soft buds that trumpet beauty’s soft reply
that Spring will see the nests and webs redone
nature’s essence seduce the butterfly.

The spinning color wheel of flowered glee
the scents and sounds of that we cannot see.


Submitted – Flower Song – Poetry contest
sponsor –Rick Parise

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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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As Dark-Eyed Junco birds head north I know, You’re not far behind with warmer weather in tow.
With an experienced artist’s colorful brush, You skillfully paint away winter’s gray slush.
Bringing sweet sunshine and cleansing rain, Ravaged Earth you renew with rainbows again.
Crocuses yellow and white are brightly blooming, Oh my goodness, you are absolutely amazing!
Even the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of woodpeckers Tell me you are here – what mesmeric music to my ears.
Wrens return building nests and spreading their wings, Flying high in your blue skies as they joyously sing.
Coming alive at the wave of your magical wand, My elated heart soars and I feel superbly grand.
I love your cool breath so fresh and tender, And light butterfly kisses that you gently render.
But my dearest Spring, as much as I enjoy being with you, I have a jealous lover, Summer - so this has to be adieu.

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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 Into Haiku

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pink laced branches
shimmer against the sun
petals in my lunch

thirst quenched
by snow's runoff...
I roll up my jeans

my breath
silenced by cold water...
blue feet with red nails

reaching the meadow
discomfort is forgotten...
blisters on my heel

from wildflower pollen....
flannel sleeve hanky

reflect on sunglasses...
camera's click

.     .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .
5/7/14  For Deb's Contest: "Spring Into Haiku

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deep freeze

Winter days so  cold and dreary
Cause the soul to grow weak and weary
Ice has covered all the trees
It seems we are in a deep freeze

But Spring  is coming to the rescue
 Bringing  hope and life anew
Blossoms will soon  cover the trees
In will come the tropic breeze

Then will come the butterflies
Fluttering  as  they  beautify
Followed by the bumblebees
As birds sing happily in the trees

Winter soon will  have to go
As Spring comes in with gentle  kiss
 Proclaiming to the cold and snow
 That  winter thusly is dismissed

1 - 20- 2013

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring's Budding Romance

Lovely hued flowers adorn my sills, painting over winter's gloom Budding blossoms, an abundant gift from earth's lavish garden Spring has arrived in splendor; she is fully clad in fragrant bloom An array of vivid petals wave to greet me through my open curtain A banquet for my eyes until the azure skies gallantly darken Fresh green scapes boldly beckon with promise of sunlit strolls Winter's slumber has contained all of my audacious desires The thaw of spring awakens passions welling in my soul Brilliant butterflies flutter, pristine snowflakes try to aspire As spring's budding romance is displayed, winter has expired Melodies enchant the barren forests as leaves sprout in song Trees sway to spring's beautiful music and burst with creation Robin's nest caresses bright blue eggs on branches thick and strong Graceful wings dance on the golden horizon, birds sing in elation Nature embraced by the sun and earth, spring's miraculous sensation
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Ninth place in English Quintain A Spring Day contest (Francine Roberts) By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 4, 2012 for Francine Robert's english quintain, a spring day contest Ninth place

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Before spring came, in late February
to the blooming and jolly hills 
I ran, breathing heavily and frantically,
touching the perfumed blossoms 
of a solitary, old cherry tree;
and underneath it I sat writing poetry
that hadn't a perfect rhyme and beat! 
Weren't my skills marred by imperfections?    

Canaries and red-breasted robins
flew down and rested on my outstretched legs;
perusing my lines to spot their names,
and when they did, they flapped their wings in gladness!
I could have imagined their joyful words,.
if only they had acquired the gift of speech,
and deeper in their thoughts I would have reached:
to dispel the myth that they had no feelings...

After my short poem was completed,
I reached for my harmonica to play my favorite classic tune;
and being surprised by the paleness of the fading moon,
I dedicated that happy melody to her not to let her despair:
by waving my hand to make her farewell less sad, while I whispered,
" Silent moon, eternal companion of every poet,
what's beyond the realm of this universe?...
Tell us more of those invisible suns and planets! "

Before spring came to the dormant valley,
the mountains' peaks allowed the sun to melt their snows,
to create gushing torrents to feed its water to the dry and cracked soil,
which needed rain instead of harmful frost;
and I drank the freshest water and washed my sweaty face,
while fighting off the bees' stubborn rivalry!
That spring has come again to dress herself with incredible splendor,
and this discontent and wishful heart desires nothing more than being there!  

My theme is: Happiness In Childhood

Details | I do not know? | |

Healing Season

Autumn came this summer
on a cool winter's day
Then spring walked in behind her
Then spring soon danced away:
A flower grew beside her
from a freshly fallen pile of snow
And the petals fall onto the ground
shortly after the winds blows:
As quickly as the seasons change
so the same, time does pass
and the memory of frozen ground
is soon your bed of grass:
The time which a flower bares it's bloom
or clouds share their summer rain
Quickly passes with the shifting winds
As it guides away your pain:
My lover spoke just as a friend
As a stranger, then took my hand
As one beginning drew to another end
the setting sun made me understand:
The Earth is not that far around
The sun rises in the day
And as quickly as the lightning strikes
The storm can roll away.

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A Kiss of Sunshine

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

Details | Sonnet | |

I Love Spring

It''s great to see the leaves again
To see the flowers grow
Spring excites me so
I love the freshness of the rain
I can shake off winter's aches and pains
As I listen to the March winds blow
Spring is a wonderful time I know
Spring is here to keep me sane
Now I hear the red robin chirp
I see the sun shining bright
I want to play and not work
Out in the pretty sunlight
Where life is new and pure
I love Spring of that I'm sure!

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Hunting for Spring

We’re so tired, of winter’s, snow and ice,
For too long, we have been, within our house, winter’s price.
Why won’t you come, to visit us, and sing?
Where we’ll be touched, by your sun, so heartily, beaming.
Oh where! Oh where! Are you, our sweet Spring?
We need you, so very longingly!

We saw you peak out, for just one day.
Then you quickly, and suddenly, ran so very far away.
So we did a Rain Dance, and danced in the cold.
Without your shinning brightness, all we got, was cold snow!
Oh where! Oh where! Did you go, our sweet Spring?
Why did you run, so very far, with your blessing!

We sought the Groundhog, that he ask you, to come back.
But he was burrowed, deep beneath, all the snow, and ice pack.
He wouldn’t open his door, as we knocked, true and hard.
He refused, to even come out, as he denied the pleas, of this bard!
Oh where! Oh where! Are you, our precious, sweet Spring?
We beseech thee, to please come back, to me!

The trees want to bloom; their sprouts are ready, to collect.
Our hearts are there beside them, under this winter, and it’s effects.
We’ll sit here, dreaming of the beauty, only you can affect.
We’re hopeful, can’t wait, but now at March’s mercy, and redirect.
Oh where! Oh where! Did you go, our sweet Spring?
Our hearts and souls want to be warmed by thee!

What? Dragon and I see you! We rejoice my friend!
Our hearts, like the trees, are beginning, to warm again.
The snow is leaving; all is greening, before our eyes.
We beg you, to please stay here, solidly, close by our side.
Oh where! Oh where! Did you go, our sweet Spring?
At last! It doesn’t matter! We have you back, and all that you bring!

Written for my good Friend Jack Ellison.

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Come Spring

Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward 
covered in early morning dew.
Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket 
upon which the trumpet center will rest.
The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of 
daintiness to the flowers.
One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the 
spring breeze.

A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be 
born again.
As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the 
daffodils will be in full bloom.
The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display 
of beautiful colors.
Again year after year these precious flowers return to us
once more to admire.

Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D.
Written by Carol Brown
10th Place Winner

Details | Villanelle | |

Dreaming Of Spring

Dreaming Of Spring

Myth is the breath of memory
Fables of spring's awakening
Things are watching we cannot see

Here in the garden’s  treasury
The magic of spring is hastening
Myth is the breath of memory

Colors  to spark a rainbow’s envy 
Every meadow and glade adorning
Things are watching we cannot see

Flowers  dancing in reverie
Bluebirds and butterflies on the wing 
Myth is the breath of memory

Spring is  transforming dormancy
Now as days  are brightening
Things are watching we cannot see

Painting  a picture of harmony
At last a result for all our dreaming
Myth is the breath of memory
Things are watching we cannot see

Suzanne Delaney

Details | Haiku | |

A Symbol Of Spring's Resurrection

cold February's rain saturates the good earth... star magnolia blooms
A symbol of spring's resurrection are those early blossoms. The Daffodils spring up under the bright yellow Forsythia and beautiful pink tulip shaped flowers cover the Japanese Magnolia..Resurrection stated in the most subtle way. They say to me there is hope that the sun will soon warm the earth's soil signaling to all of nature to come alive.
red buds glow decorating the roadside... heavy fog cloaks all
Spring's presence can be unobtrusive slipping in like a lamb. One day it is winter then a heady essence wafts on a zephyr that aroma of pale lavender Wisteria announcing spring has sprung. Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi Contest: Spring Haibun red buds glow(verb)

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Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

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Seasons' Promise

Summer lies sleeping somewhere in fields of daisies
her warm breeze waltzes with each blade of grass

Autumn’s reclined wrapped within soft, cool mists
her nursery of seeds and parched leaves put to bed

Winter has awoken and rides the frigid northern winds
Ushering in a moment of slumber to proffer the circle of life

And... spring will come tomorrow, a new beginning to champion
When all asleep arise once more, with burst of colors everywhere!


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, Winter

"Goodbye, Winter" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Frere Jacques".

Goodbye, winter,
Goodbye, winter.
Hello, spring,
Hello, spring.
Tulips in my backyard,
Tulips in my backyard,
Are blossoming,
Are blossoming!

Bonus activity: Take children outside for recess on an early spring day and sing this 
song. Ask children how they know the seasons have changed and that spring has 
arrived. Is the air warmer? The grass greener? Are flowers blooming? Are butterflies 
flitting about?

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God's Kind of Poetry

From the painted skies of morning
To the starlight of the night,
Whether day is just aborning
Or in fading of the light,
In the summer days of sunshine
Or in winter days of white,
God is bursting out all over,
His awed children to delight
With his awesome show of might.

But the springtime, oh the springtime
Is the best of all the seasons.
It is favored by the Father
For he finds so many reasons
To adore it and adorn it,
With the beauty of the flowers
That are everywhere in springtime,
In the warming springtime hours,
Sublimely bathed in springtime showers.

Written:  9/21/14

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Song Of A New Season

Gazing out my window screen
I picture fields of gold.
Beholding sights so long unseen
and stories gone untold.
The wonders of Spring unfold.

Sunshine dripping from the sky
and falling on my shoulder.
Flowers giving another try
and squirrels growing bolder-
the earth's another year older.

Easter bonnets soon we'll wear
and dresses made of lace.
Ribbons and flowers in our hair
put smiles upon our face.
Of snow there's not a trace.

Sunshine fills the freshened air
while everyone's delighted.
Buds are blooming everywhere
and butterflies are sighted.
Winter's wrongs are righted!

for contest "Here Comes The Sun"
written Feb. 6th, 2014

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HEAVEN BALL willow fluffs afloat--- feather cotton rain shower heaven white ball (c)Olive Eloisa 2:30 am August 02, 2014

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Awaiting Spring

The Woolly Mammoth finally groaned his last
As the North Pole’s shift encased him in ice
The first to succumb to an Arctic blast
And now we humans challenge winter’s price

Beneath the snowy pasture, stems break through
Crocuses, daffodils, tulips emerge
They’re certain that spring will arrive on queue
Warm weather awaits; we are on the verge

The coming months will dapple the landscape
Kisses of lavender, yellow and red
Will find you quite soon; there is no escape
Bid farewell to those frozen days you dread

Keep focused on the magic of springtime
When sweaters are shed and the blooms surround
The chirps of spring birds have begun to chime
The glory of nature will soon abound

*For Francine’s “Winter Begone” contest
January 20, 2013

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From The Frozen Silence

Cry to me oh frozen fortress your darkened days without appeal have found no end Oh cry my lonesome flower dove for memories held through fleeting wind I call on spring my warming bath of crystal dawn and colored strands Oh play my song in velvet hymn's goes Winters cry with joyous tears This frozen Winter no longer cries and sultry love within me lies _______________________ Contest

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Spring Showers

They sometimes come as strangers to the Earth. But, often, they are unwelcome overflows. From two pure elements they are always made, And they are most essential to the welfare of mankind. They have activated hormones now and then And, sometime later results are proudly known. Many sweaty brows of have been cooled, After work in fields fed by spring showers. As both adult and child I’ve slept to the Rhythm of spring showers on tin roofs. And the sleep resulting seemed much more refreshing Than the forty winks I managed now and then. Spring showers are our friends But when carried by strong winds Can bring devastation And damage of historic proportions. These gentle rains can mean Life’s blood to some and death knell to others. So, spring showers are many things And memories galore flourish after their visit. Written for Russell Sivey’s contest ‘Spring Showers” 04/14/13

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Spring Hope

And now the weeping willow turns to green.
So brilliant red, the robin’s breast,
Just like the sun, now sinking in the West,
And down the lane more signs of spring are seen :

The spiky blackthorn blossom’s shining white –
It looks as if the hedgerow’s decked with snow.
Beneath, the peeping primrose seems to glow
With luminous and creamy lunar light.

Come hear the soaring skylark’s tuneful song
And listen to the jackdaw’s chimney chat.
See squabbling sparrows startled by the cat
As through the undergrowth he slinks along.

We mark these signs of Spring so early in the year,
But damage from late frosts may dash our hopes I fear.

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I saw a sign of spring today
Bright flowers now in bloom,
People mowing their lawns
Cleaning off porches with a broom.

Bicycles going down the street
Crowds of children now at play,
Other's playing a game of ball
Oh, what a beautiful spring day.

Many are doing spring cleaning
Washing windows inside and out,
Some jusst sitting in a chair
Watching children run and shout.

The warm sun beating down
Soft brisk wind in your hair,
Makes you drift off in a dream
A sandy beach oh, your so there.

The night slowing comeing to an end
For tomorrow will be a another day,
Make plans of things to do in your mind
As you slowly lay and drift away.

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As I Wrote This

As I wrote this, upon my bed,
fumbling with words yet to be said,
I felt the chill of a spring day
next to glass painted winter gray,
and marveled how the seasons wed.

In galoshes, shiny and red,
kids splashed in puddles as they fled
from their front doors, to laugh and play,
as I wrote this...

I grew old never having bled.
Never left my butter and bread.
Observed the world from where I lay.
Life happened while I was away,
leaving my thoughts and weaving thread,
as I wrote this...

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so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter

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God's Reason For the Four Seasons

Each season has a special reminder to us...
We see God's love and can only trust.
Whether it is winter, spring, summer or fall.
I believe spring is the most beautiful of them all.

Things come into full bloom...
Everything grows until there just isn't any more room.
The gardens are being planted.
It is one season we do not take for granted.

Everything is fresh and alive...
It seems as if God is right there by our side.
The grass turns green,
With each new year there are more flowers to be seen.

A vast array of colors has just begun...
The flowers are given warmth from the rays of the sun.
The rain comes down to water them below.
The flowers come up as we all watch them grow.

With the fall of the leaves there's a fresh cool breeze...
Then comes the winter with a cold, cold freeze.
In the summer there is the shade of the trees.
But it is spring that I love to see.

The four seasons come and go...
But for sure this one thing I know.
This is His special love to us from above.
I find this to be: " God's reason for the four seasons."


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A Seasons Dance

Warm days herald in the spring
as she dances among young flowers
the mating call strong adds its ring
soon nestlings, calves and beavers
grow strong as she swirls past dancing 

Hot flush of summer vibrant flowers
greet summer as she flashes past
in haste in case her time she flitters
falling in love a dance spell is cast

Autumn slowly following does
a dance most stately performs
she prances and flaunts on tiptoes
her stage is the forest platform

Winter grim and bleak in marches
her dance sometime very sullen
with her icy fingers she clutches
when she lets go you are heartbroken

On very rare occasions they come together
and dance around in joy of sisters united
oh what a time they have as they caper
forgetting the many times they have feuded

written 09/28/2013 by Shadow Hamilton

contest A Season's Dance

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The wonders of this new year,
I’m just now beginning to sense.
The chilly halcyon days now gone
Took away the weeks of suspense.
The early morning dew fallen fresh
Begets the scent of wet vernal leaves.
In flower beds new blossoms form,
With nectar nose bearly now perceives.

Park timber emits a lingering fragrance
Of scented pines and evergreen,
With other trees yet missing foliage
Giving a woodsy scent for nose to glean.
The grasses damp with spring rain
Emit their pleasing smell for miles.
Blending the air with kindred aromas,
The gift of spring in its vernal styles.

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My window of time

Looking through the lattice like grid                                                                             One pane springs forth the budding greens                                                                      flowering colors, an early sun so vivid                                                                              As seasons change, so the reflective scene                                                                        Viewing next pane but not quite the same                                                                    greener a child dives into watery sheen                                                                          to cool himself from the suns hot flame                                                                         As the next pane turns a little frosty,                                                                            greens leave for the coming golden and reds                                                                   A light rain dances on the lake, geese are lofty,                                                              as times change, yet wings of beauty are spread                                                         Icicles drip in the window, cold has returned                                                                    but the white shimmering lights remain                                                                       The woven snowflakes and a child turns                                                                         glides across the lake spins the last pane

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My Sundress Memories

My sundress hangs there limply,
needing me to fill it out.
The rains have been relentless
putting all sunshine to rout.
The ides of March have come and gone
without a sign of spring.
My raincoat and umbrella are
each such a ragged thing.
It’s now Easter vacation and
I’m yearning for some fun.
Today the rains have halted
and we have a bit of sun.
Excitedly I pull my sundress out
and down over my head. 
“You must be careful you don’t burn,
is all my mom has said.
The other kids have come for me.
We head out for the day.
After downing the car's soft roof
we’re on our merry way.
Adventuring on the seaside,
water is too cold to swim.
The sandy beach is warming and
we are all young and trim.
In my canary yellow sundress,
I’m feeling very pretty.
To cover with unneeded wrap
would truly be a pity.
We romp and play like small children,
the whole of the spring day.
When evening breezes cool the air
we can no longer stay.
When Mother meets me at the door,
look on her face is stern.
“Why is it you won’t listen?
I told you, you would burn.”
My face and shoulders, arms and legs
are just as red as fire.
I meekly bare my shoulders
for the lotions they require.
I hope I’ve learned my lesson
as the pain is quite severe,
but my sundress will be calling 
on first spring day, come next year.

By: Joyce Johnson
For Constance LaFrance's contest "The Sundress"  Won 4th place


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A Spring Day

Once upon a spring arcadian scene
  The long cold winter hoar melts on the bud:
Romney low country lambs fattened to wean
  Chew in flocks upon the ruminant cud.
In stone moss stream, wild aromatic grass,
  The sleeping flower does uncloistered return:
But an ancient blood moon shall come to pass
  On the hilltop flax and green valley fern.
Soon the muster will shatter a false peace
  In cornucopia of beast and plume:
Nigh the yard gates will fill with milky fleece
  And only finest wool spin on the loom.
So becomes the burnt offering withal
For the butcher's blade is sharpened to fall.

July 1989

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will it never end?
(this question from projection)
a stark scene indeed –
world in this awful white shroud,
memory of spring erased

but courage my friends
bountiful spring will return
in its old glory
for now a shoot breaks the snow
nether gods have awakened!

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Spring Hopes, Eternal

The January snow has thawed and gone at last
And in its wake a single snowdrop stands :
It grew unseen beneath a shining shroud
Which melted to reveal the hope of Spring,
While daffodils all spear towards the sky.
Already rooks have built their lofty nest
And robins, seen in pairs, fight over scraps.
The brightly coloured pheasant, struts on by,
His tail, a rapier, scything through the grass.
Against the light a dancing cloud of gnats
Hangs lightly in the clear fresh morning air,
Where hazel catkins, swinging from the trees,
Puff clouds of yellow pollen to the winds.
Eternal joy, to mark the signs of Spring !

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September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.

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Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Six more weeks, that’s all there is
The Spring is on her way
Even now some shrubs make buds
It’s a lovely winters day
And all the birds seem more alive
Like something’s in the air
Soft green branches through the window
Say Spring is everywhere.

Tomorrow will be cold again
Perhaps they’ll be no sun
That’s the way it mostly goes
When the winter knows it’s done
It gives a little then grabs hold
Then slowly fades on out
Yet soon the Spring will hold on tight
I feel it all about.

There’s something special about the Spring
That gets into my soul
A kind of live ness in the air
That makes me feel so whole
I cannot wait for spring to come
There’s a tingle in my spine
Just to walk in the Springs warm sun
Makes my essence feel divine.

13 July 2013 @ 1600hrs.

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Seasons 2 - A Metamorph

 Trees  in silent strength stand  bare
Yet in their silence dwells  the hope of spring
Though  winter keeps  them in  its  icy glare

Desolate landscapes  bare the scars of winter's sting
 And hardly a creature utters  a sound
 Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring

Days are  bleak with gray skies all around
While icicles  hang from window sills
 And hardly  a creature utters a sound

As life stands  still in winter's chill
Those sunny days  are hard to find
While  icicles hang from window sills

Cold winds blow with storms that blind
But the hope of spring does not decline
Those sunny days are  hard to find

As weary creatures look for a sign
Trees  in silent strength stand bare
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare

 Trees stand in frozen quietude
Abiding yet in the promise of spring
While  winter plays a frosty interlude
As cold winds sends snowflakes swirling

Animals tucked away in their dens
Silently await springs arrival
But they must endure until then
To assure their survival

Soon spring blossoms will appear
Birds will flit from tree to tree and sing
Butterflies will dance on flowers fair
Abiding in the joy of spring

All those gray skies turn to blue
As springtime  comes with morning dew

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Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.

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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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Springs Arrival

The calming sounds of birds chirping fills the air, The smell of flowers just beginning to bloom, The sight of the green coming back to the grasses life, The feeling of being engulfed by a blanket of sun, Spring has arrived. The sound of lackluster lawn mowers starting back up, The smell of fresh food being grilled on the patio, The sight of sun rays beaming through the sky, The feeling of riding around with your windows down, Spring has arrived. The sound of wood crackling in a toasty bonfire, The pleasant smell of freshly cut grass, The sight of waves crashing along the shoreline, The feeling of having a slight breeze on a nice day, Spring has arrived. The sound of children back playing outside, The smell of fresh rain caked to the air after a storm, The sight of birds darting through the crisp air, The feeling of cold lake water touching your feet, That's when you can tell, Spring has arrived.

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Seasons Turning

The wind turns rustling the reddish-brown leaves. 
Trees stand devoid of their cover and howl
Like bathers caught without a green towel.
The wind turns, the arctic soul misconceives.
The snows pile up around my silver car.
Outraged the trees thrash and howl in the wind
Smarting like young children regimented.
The snows pile up; the heart is as stones are.
The iris bloom, couples old, young elope.
Buds develop forth from bare twigs and grow,
A bald man farming a new luscious mo.
The iris bloom, the heart feels raptured hope.
The grass browns the dams are slowly emptied.
Branches hang drooping in the severe sun,
Young mothers at their hot sinks deflated.
The grass browns the heart resigns abandoned.
You seduce others, caress them and give
Love, mine remains fervent and I forgive.

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Just relax

It is a time when
cold dark winter comes unwound ::
spring's growing sunshine

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Spring Love

My rich brown earth, teaming with life,
I lay my head upon your breast;
I listen to your beating heart--
Its quiet drumming bids me rest.
You lie here naked in the spring
Stripped bare by winter's cold;
But soon your grassy gown will grow
And daises lace your hair with gold.

Through winter's long and snowy night,
I have hungered for your face,
To smell the sweet scent of your breath
And hold you close in my embrace.
Today we lie here, unashamed,
Within the Sun's resplendent view.
He spreads a blanket of his light
Upon two lovers, me and you.

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Winters End

It gives life a time to reflect with an unclothed transparency seer.

Winter is the time to tame life with little heat and almost no light.
This is nature’s pause as the curtain of life begins to close tight.

Winter's loneliness allows for the gathering to touch a friendly scattering.
It’s winters quietness that allows unmuffled sounds to carry chattering. 

Nature’s artist only has a palette of color of just a few,
Paints a painting of faith and hope of something new.

While nature dreams the dreams of winter’s rest,
Morning yawns, the land wakes from nature’s chest.

The sun is warm but the chill in the air still has dominance.
Yet the innocence of a few daffodils show their prominence.

So many colors for the eye to see, look the grass it's fresh and green.
Birds sing as they fly tree to tree as we watch an enlightening scene.

Oh you can see it in the palette and hear it in the air…Spring is here!

January 11, 2015
Written for poetry contest, Winters End
Rhyming a, bb, cc, dd, ee, ff, a

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Through this happy season, when everything is green and blue,
we won't see snow-capped hills, or mountains,
only brooks and rivers bubbling in sun rays;
lay down on their bends and hear their music as children do!

An Australian spring is unique and beautiful, everybody
is welcome to join us in song;
bring your flute, guitar and drum...
make music in jovial air while it harmonizes with serenity!

Through these four short months,
feel lively and observe the eager butterflies kiss wildflowers, 
but an occasional rain may fall from the vagrant clouds...
see its gentle raindrops delight open eyes!

An Australian spring is unique and beautiful,
especially in the wilderness and countryside; 
down here, isn't spring unforgettable?
Let's run faster than kangaroos that seem to glide!

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February Waning

icicles melting
tinkling breaking crystal sounds
purple crocus blooms
October 3, 2014

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Did you hear my longing for a dress of green
during winter’s sleep, Oh, how long I dreamed!
Missing those coverings of my graceful limbs
and yes, too, the blossoms of fairy dust whims

Fancy meeting you, here, at my new birth revival
finding your muse within my greenings arrival
Warmer winds catching my new sprouting leaves
I’ll dance for your pleasure and hope you are pleased

Awakening roots draw from the earth living water
Watch where you step those that rise are a bother
Of my need for this dress there can be no denial
For oxygen spent from it will grant your survival

That scar that you carved on my truck just last year
has become the tattoo that reminds of your tears
When you feel you must trim my broken limbs
remember to raise thoughtfully my new dress’s hem

 © …….. 2015/01/03

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Biding, Burrowing.
Building, breaching, burgeoning...
Breathing--         BLOSSOMING!

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Surrepitiously beginning beneath the icy crust
Perforatting green swords, minute, prick toward the sun,
Ravenously eager to spread Spring's floral dawn.
In open view nature copulates, animal and flower,
Naive, the way it is in Paradise.
God's glory gestures grace renewed to all the earth.

September 29, 2014

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Lil' Spring flowers

And along came the lil’ Spring flowers,
in there amongst the springing grass

Distended visions before me,
as if I were not there

In the garden
the flowers did belong,
and I at the distance
where I did fit in

I felt the soft heat
that scream;

“it’s Spring !”

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Beneath groaning wood

And shrill midsummer whistling

Cherry blossom girl

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refreshing spring breeze
carries perfume through the air
swallow’s playful flight

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Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.

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In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013

The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

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Seasons Change

     Spring wets
    Summer sweats
      Fall regrets
    Winter forgets

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Cluster buds of blooms phasing peak of prime
Their scents satiates beguiling addiction plug
Rustling birds tweedle on blues and rhymes
Pirouette rainbow butterflies blissful hugs
Spring phenomenon more splendid than Prague

Delectable green prairies tempts butts to sit
Bonding moment desirable to fun loving kin
Blue skies radiance life in sweet fleet
Decorating the world of habitable skin
Leisure love activity a delightful spin

(c) olive eloisa
May O5, 2014
4:19 pm

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The Joys of Spring

Oh do you dream of England, when Spring is in the air? The hum of bees on gentle breeze is all that you will hear, except for farmers, turning hay, in meadows far and near; their spotted, knotted handkerchiefs tied over thinning hair. With grass that's green, this rural scene, broad skies, a blue veneer and little children on a swing, their laughter ringing clear. Perhaps some croquet on a lawn, or gentle, grazing deer. Such lazy, hazy, daisey days and tranquil atmosphere. Alas! I live in England, when Spring is in the air. High winds will lash our Garden Fete and blow down all the gear; with poor bedraggled villagers, from under brollies peer, to find the Verger's spiked the Cup with Continental beer! The rain will cancel Parent's' Day just like it did last year and cricketers, in wellie boots, prod wickets in despair. For all our hopes and dreams, hard work, I shed this bitter tear. There has to be a finer place and VERY far from here! ~
'SPRING' Contest for Carol Brown

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Spring in Georgia

You never did see spring down here
With Bradford pear in full bridal wear.
Redbuds in attractive bridesmaid attire
Painting the scene with glorious fire.

You never saw the daffodils make merry
Laughing at the exuberant pink cherry.
Light hearted pansies giggling through the day
As boisterous squirrels come out to play.

Stately trees don their cloaks of soft hued green
Multi-colored birds that twitter and preen.
Everything getting ready for their chance
To be invited to springs celebration dance.

And yet I sense your presence on the breeze
Hear your soft whisper in the rustling trees.
I'll never know why you set your spirit free,
Sure wish you could savor this spring with me.

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Oh Glorious Spring

Placid river mirrors the majesty in nature oh glorious spring I succumb to your charms majestic crisp white blankets hiding the green beneath Bound to earth are the trees with growing leaves they search by day and shimmer by night holding spring starlight like diamond shrines The sky makes way to heaven in purity reflecting off the winter it mirrors waiting for the rebirth of life Creatures slumbered waiting for spring waking to stretch opening eyes briefly uncurling mouths open wider ready to anew What a beautiful discover spring is under sun and moon shimmering iridescent colors how could one not see this beauty of mountain, lake or river Beautifully arranged in it's simplicity yet, no other could paint such a master piece oh glorious spring your splendor I behold indeed

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Fair Weather Friends

goodbye to white skies                                                                                                    grey clouds leave as fair cottons                                                                                       fluff into the blue

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A Spring Day


The Bluebells hail the morning sunrise
tears of dew grace stems of green,
the valley nestles in God’s franchise
foliage awakening across the dene,
here a spring morning reigns serene.


Morning tide enhance sweetness of the songstress call
buoyant curlews in oceans of copious grass,
wave after wave shattering against dry stone wall,
spring dances to the rhythm of the weatherglass
obeying whimsical whims from the moor top pass.


Song Thrush calls reveille
morning in infancy
penetrates the valley,
spring day of clemency
portrait of regency.

For Francine Roberts contest english quintain
A Spring Day  7th Feb 2012

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radiating sun
across clear tranquil blue skies
tree buds' petals warmth

hopping frogs capture
the first of blood sucking louse
plums dropwart blossoms

lips grin at the sound
from a rumbling waterfall
raw freshness afloats

skirting the valley
sprawls a field of wildflowers
butterflies sweet bed

(C) olive eloisa
10:25 pm
May 15,2014

Contest Name:	Spring into haiku 
Sponsor:	Debbie Guzzi
2nd Place, Praise GOd! :)

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Life Is Like A Maypole

Life Is Like A Maypole. In our spring, we are born; our dance begins as inter-woven events and experiences build our future. Blood-red trauma, wraps itself around our happiest moments… it never wins. Always uplifted by orange-joys, winding ribbons, we heal a bit. Intermingling emotions are etheric ribbons; round and round, they twine. Once we are completely enveloped; developed by life’s dance; the grey’s of middle-age decline, begins to unravel; reversing our celebration until, death’s icy grip ads its finishing touch. A soul is born; in growing, learns and passes into another existence… re-incarnating for another dance.
Entered contest: Life Is Like A Maypole Sponsored by: Seren Roberts 1-19-15

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Ah!  Spring!  ‘Tis announced everywhere! 
Grass turns green – birds grace the air 
And at our feet, the ground becomes rife 
With infant green sprigs – the beginning of Life 

Upon a tree, tiny buds are there made 
And in coming months will provide shade 
To all that may find occasion to be 
Frolicking there … under that tree. 

Flowers in bloom, their colors explode 
Inviting insects to come and freeload. 
Sunshine, combined with spring rain, 
Funds the eternal growing campaign 

Spring’s the time when we can all see 
Natures’ renewing of what Life can be 
When all is compared to Natures’ Plan 
We become insignificant, man. 

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Digging Out

Three cups of espresso
I was raring to go
Grabbed the shovel
Out into the snow

Slipped in a hole
Sunk up to my knees
In spite of my gloves
My fingertips freeze

I have the brush
Start swiping at snow
Trying to find
The windshield below

Turn on the car
Let it defrost
Don't drop anything !
'til Spring it'd be lost

Thirty minutes later
I can see my whole car
Start shoveling to the road
Thank God it's not far

Put the car in low gear
Drive forward to the street
Reverse to my spot
Then twice more repeat

My new winter tires
Finally get used
But with two feet of snow
I'm less than amused

The path now is made
I go back inside
Admire my handiwork
With chilly pride

Glad to be off work
On this snowy day
Tomorrow I'll be ready
To just drive away

Hoping that's it
Winter's had its fun
Bring on the Spring !
Bring on the sun !

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A Spring Kiss 2K13

Solo sylvan-hued
Oregon Grape postures firmly;
Spring kisses blossoms golden.

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Springtime is Here

    Spring time 
Lights shining down and my 
   Aloe Vera plane 
     is growing large and 
reaching out with its long green 
    Springtime is here 
A soft wind blows 
Through my window 
    My other plant is not doing so well
Its leaves are turning brown 
   Perhaps it will revve 
   Perhaps it will revive
In the fire of spring 
Life continue s
We love the reality 
a new season brings 
We love the reality a new season brings

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Memories Resurface

 It was winter, and I ceased to remember. 
 No dandelion blooms in December. 
 Their presence hadn't been seen since fall, 
 but they were prominent, I now recall. 
 At spring's first touch I saw the color, 
 even yellower than butter. 
 My heart began to flutter at one's wake. 
 This flower was alive, not a plastic fake. 
 Then everywhere they seemed to appear--- 
 the color of sun, the color of cheer. 
 Overwhelmingly, they possessed every lawn, 
 greeting each peculiar dawn. 
 As summer's sun began to blare, 
 their distinguished color dissolved into air. 
 Then something curious began to settle. 
 A magician's act dressed each faded petal 
 with points as lovely as songbirds nearby, 
 soft and clustered as lashes of the eye. 
 I could make a wish to blow them away, 
 but they'll leave more remnants as they stray. 
 They'll sprout with the sun and a soil that's wet. 
 Maybe I could never forget.

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Springtime by Monet

I wake to sounds of morning birds that sing to greet the dawn
There are new sprouts in the garden, and dew upon the land
And as fog lifts high, and drifts away, there's green within the lawn
While butterflies, and bumble bees are making springtime plans
Addressing spring, caressing things, with rainbows in their hands

I look far past the windowpanes
And fell in love anew 
Enchanting were the lily beds,  dancing down the lane
They circle every house I know, to freshen and renew
All the world is painted spring, in pallet's softest hues

Monet, it seems, will duplicate, within my window's glass
From nature is a vast array, of artwork, I am blessed!
I wish to hold the magic long, to frame, to keep, ... to last
But spring must turn to summer, where the sun has bright requests
And seasons change, will re-arrange, while springtime takes a rest

4/28/14 For Francine's Spring Quintain Contest

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in the early rain                                                                                                    bowing and kissing the ground                                                                                     sun lifted spirit

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Saharan Winds

Dunes now flowing
Blow spring air
Sandblasts love ...

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Signs of Spring

Green replaces winter grey,
As Spring dances into town,
The earth awakens from its sleep,
And smiles replace sad frowns.

Cherry blossoms scent the air,
With fragrance so divine.
New life is popping up all around,
A very welcome sign.

Naked trees put on green leaves,
A gentle breeze begins to blow.
Nests are built and eggs are laid,
Preparing for nature's show.

Spring is a glorious, magical time,
When flora and fauna come alive.
Winter's chill is blown away,
When the warmth of Spring arrives.

For Tracie - Indigo Dreamweaver's "Spring is in the Air" contest

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Spring blooms

 When Spring comes down under
Others  are going into Fall
While spring rolls in like a lion's thunder
Warmer days have come to call

 Flowers bloom to a bumblebee's tune
As  butterflies frolic near sand dunes
From winter's icy grip, life renews
And foliage burst into diverse hues
Spring has arrived  down under; gone are the blues 

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A Spring Sunrise 2K13

A distant silhouette
slowly comes thereinto view;
Spring's rays grace Mt. Hood.

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A Spring Morning 2K13

A fresh Spring morning,
yonder Mt. Hood shrouded by clouds;
crest peaks and greets day.

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Spring Rose

the purple leaves
unroll their sleeves
to frosty days
and longing rays

the thorny twigs
and stumpy-pruned sticks
secretly hides deep inside
the summer’s petalled pride

but sap will rise
to cloudy skies
to meet and catch
the swollen rays

with skirt of thatch
a blouse displays
a hidden promise 
of perfumed sprays

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Uncle January

January's cousin Fall left in a fit
For January brought her friend, Wind howling long
Denuded the trees of all their gowns knit
Now her great Aunt Spring feels no way strong

Great Aunt Spring has gone underground safely
Hidden from January's cold icy tricks
Underground or faraway supersafely
Waiting for Spring's return with corner tricks

Spring has a way to drive cold January
Far away up to Canada's great north
Where January cold winter wind that's airy
Really belongs, yeah Spring come forth

Birds and animals with heavy coats sing
With January but rejoice when enters spring

(Had started this one for a contest)

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Dream Season

spring dream
a rooster stirs the stillness
into dawn
calmness . . .
jogging into
the spring dawn
hot spring bath –
the nibbling fish
tingle my skin
I photograph
its mist of spring
train pane mist
she rubs on
the other side
spring rain
the scent of green in
the dawn breeze
february full moon
the beach tides deepen
the voice of children
spring moon
the scent of jasmine
spreading in the night

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Cycles of Time

Slowly the leaves turn to different browns
bright chestnut, mahogany and walnut
each glistening with the dew of daybreak
a few starting to fall, spinning round and round

A chill wind blows in from the north
hoar frost hanging, sparkling fingers
ice underfoot makes it treacherous
and still the colours keep changing

Hot sultry sinful summer days
wafting scents tantalising noses
colourful splashes through the bed
crops growing, swelling ears of corn

Farmers hard at work bringing in the harvest
fodder for the cattle and wheat for our bread
a most bounteous feast is spread before us
put aside bad feelings and share together

Although Spring is the time of Rebirth
Autumn gives us the harvest of plenty
and so the circle of nature is complete
after autumn leaves comes a time to sleep

Now the lands lie farrow, resting and waiting
soon the snows of winter coating the land
the seeds lay sleeping waiting for spring
all this, mother nature freely gives to us

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My Kentucky in Spring

Gently sloping emerald hills, 
Old, gray fences brightened by daffodils,
Majestic trees ready to burst into bloom,
Strangers smiling and waving at me.
That’s my Kentucky.

Gleaming horses peacefully grazing
Behind white fences,
Old, leaning barns speaking of tobbacco and history,
Spring peepers voicing joy by the pond,
Young groundhogs nibbling on new growth,
That’s my Kentucky.

Forsythia blooming against an old log cabin,
Surrounded by ancient maples in red spring splendor,
And  the weathered schoolhouse nearby, 
boardered by a split rail fence covered in ivy.
That’s my Kentucky.

The quietly rolling Ohio river carries coal 
away from these hills in barges,
While a bald eagle turns wide circles above,
Soaring on air curents invisible to me.
That’s my Kentucky.

Along the creek watercress and forget-me-nots are flourishing,
A blue heron stands statue-still on the glittering water’s egdge.
The ancient mill is nestled between the wooded hills,
 where the sparkling creek works the creaky wheel.
That’s my Kentucky

Softly swaying cedar trees line roads like tin soldiers,
Decked in fresh, spring green coats,
And underneath velvety violets and glorious bright dandelions
 celebrate their life with happy  faces.
That’s my Kentucky.

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What Love is All About

Falling in love, then parting away
I’ve been repeating such relationships
Examining my memories thoroughly
I would seek sweet shadows
I can taste the sweetness of the past
Although you are no longer with me
I’ll be alright
If I shut my eyes
I believe
I believe I will see unchanging love
When you’ve gathered the light of spring make the flowers bloom
Gaze at me in the summer, where the moon floats atop the sea
Warm the autumn winds
As well as the winter snows with your style
Four seasons with your love
Once again
Promises based on desire alone
Will fade with tone
Can you feel me underneath your skin?
Considering that we love each other so,
As long as we believe that, yes….
No matter how far away you may be
Come for me on a night when the spring flowers slumber
Leave a message on the summer beach
Warm the autumn rain & winter tears
With your unembellished love
Four seasons with your love
Within my dreams
Let us hold the flow of time in our hearts just the way it is
The days the two of us spent together will soon be a memory
Even love & dreams will be forgotten, left behind
Warm them, no matter what day it is
Four season’s with your love
Four scene, four four seasons
Deep within my heart
Four scenes, I’ll be alright
Four scenes, four four seasons
Four scene, stay with me...

Inspired by my friend "Sami .K."...

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Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece 
Until it’s time for spring to come free.

Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.

Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear

Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.

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What is this  white stuff the Doormouse said
Its called snow said the big rat, why aren't you in bed
It may  look like icing on a big cake
Trust me little fella, lovely it aint

Its cold and so wet, though looks crisp and  fine
Its used for making snow men and snowballs sometimes
But when out comes the sun with blury rays
It melts and run like the River Hayes

This causes flooding making people sad
Shaking their fists at the bad luck they've had
This makes vegetable expensive to buy
So soon they kiss all their  savings goodbye

This is called winter, but spring comes next
Along with the flowers, they've had a rest
Birds a tweeting bees that hum 
But best of all along comes the sun

From your winter den thats warm and snug
Shake yourself down give yourself a hug
Another winter over your still alive
Hello spring its great you've arrived

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Sakura mountain

a mountain bouquet                                                                                              cherry dias spring from green                                                                          blossoming color

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As Snow Descends

I watch as white falls from the heights 
Where clouds of grey control the sky
The ground below no longer dry
As snow descends into our sights

The April air no longer warm
For winter rears it's blizzard head
The grip of spring for now is shed
As snow descends upon the farm

Within an hour the ground is gone
Three inches fallen but stills comes more
What once was green now a white floor
As snow descends long after dawn

The hours pass and snowing still
The city comes to screeching halt
For ice now coats all the asphalt
As snow descends upon the hills

A foot of snow as day turns night
And finally now the snow slows down
A silent white is to be found
As snow descends no more tonight

Plows are out and shovels in hand
A breath of life the new day brings
The people out to do their things
As snow descends upon new lands

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It is time Too long in bed I stretch Cast off the bonds of Hypnos Cold white sheets retreat I am free My head lifts Sun caresses my face I rise, standing tall Naked for all to see Beauty reborn It is spring

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Spring's Arrival 2K13

So gives Winter's hold

as steel skies part familiar blue;

Now shows Spring's first day.

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Bright daffodils adorn the ground
And rise where winter clods were found;
The air is full of scent and song,
(To God both flowers and birds belong);
Sorrows shaking heart and mind
Fall, as blossoms, in the wind.
Now Spring has come, and winter's past
Oh do not pass us by so fast!

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Welcoming Spring

A breath of air bodes of sweet spring
And urges winter on his way.
A red breast robin on the wing
Is looking for a place stay,
To build a nest without delay.

The signs of spring are all around
Answering to Nature’s set alarms.
Snowbells are pushing from the ground,
While bees steal from a blossom’s charms
In daffodil fields on vast bulb farms.

In spring the world is young again
With new life sprouting everywhere.
Forgotten is the cold and pain.
As winter leaves without fanfare,
We rush to meet spring in mid-air.

By: Joyce Johnson
For: Francine's contest:   English Quintain a Spring day  Won a no. 1

written February 4th 2012

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Spring Into Haiku

buds and bloom pop up on the forage of the earth... after wintry rest. spring is recognized much earlier not by men.... but by plants sooner. so many people are out smelling the flowers... hope some planting them.
+++++++ May 2, 2014 Form: Haiku Dr.Ram Mehta Tenth Place Win Contest: Spring Into Haiku by Debbie Guzzi

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A Seasons Dance

Autumn, a kittens purr before wakening jolt.
Sincere colors that differ each day,
Each fall day creeps up before winters bolt.
After barrenness thrives of nature’s way,
Sensual frosty covers, arrive as new born colt.
Only bold sunlight brilliantly begins to play.
Nature’s swing of new birth begins the molt.
Spreading beautiful dancers, this shall stay.
Delivering stanzas until another natural revolt,
All the seasons parade into cascading array.
Now the bold days of summer, defend the gray.
Creating blooming artifacts upon our display,
Each year delivers, only, what we all weigh.

Written by—Cecil Hickman 
Written on-- September 29th, 2013 

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Spring Showers

The showers of springs
Give the imagination
Soft and light wings
And take the heart
Beyond the horizon rings
The colours there
Show there
A lovely glare
Brighter and fairer
Than the rainbow
During the showers slow 
The eyes seek for
The inspiration
Through the window
Of open inspiration
To prepare 
A matchless culmination
With past sensation
Which are like the swings
Moving high up in the
World unknown
The to and fro motion
Awakes a commotion
Into the world of words
And a heart touching verse
Comes out
To have a bout
With the unfair doubt
Pacify the feelings 
With an eternal calm 

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Robin's fair light

as new life flowers                                                                                                   equal illumination                                                                                                 meager changing clothes                                                                    *           
** the sun the moon draws warming hearts and minds amply a new leaf to turn

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An Oregon View 2K13

A meadow of Spring,
due west evergreens peering down;
yonder above snowy Hood.

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Sticks and Stones

By trees and water the loveseat waits For wanderers' chance meeting there The outcomes will be the choice of fates As stories repeat in spring air We left the bench shaded by flower pots fair Round the loveseat the white trilliums bloom On rocks, in swamps, each face a star They fear not storms’ nor winter’s dark gloom No weak rose, they surmount forests' scars Spring's galaxy blooms in my sweet home so far
Written February 7th for the poetry contest english quintain a spring day

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Itching For Spring

Frosted breath designs the window pane
Now the whiteness blankets all the sky.
Cars are sliding sideways down the lane.
This winter melancholy makes me sigh.
I'm counting down to spring,I can't deny.

I clasp my coat to me,it's much too thin.
The zero air makes me shiver and shake.
There's frostbite forming on my nose and chin.
These cold and dreary times I just can't take.
If it wasn't frozen I'd jump in the lake!

Creatures great and small are struggling now.
Suffering from lack of food and heat.
They'll make it through till spring arrives somehow.
This dismal cold of winter will be beat
And all will welcome springtime,oh so sweet.

Soon the tender shoots and buds will bloom.
Blossoms will start painting up the land
We'll rid ourselves of all this wintry gloom.
Start dreaming of the sun-bleached,crystal sand.
Let spring and summer take the upper hand.

written January 15th, 2013

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A Flight of Love

the swallows on deftly dipped wing
sews together the cloud
as with shrill thrill they sing

of lands left behind a funeral shroud
as they rise up on air
that dispels a season’s last doubt

but they fly to what and they fly to where? 
towards hope and family and love,
away from despair

and down under eaves the burbling dove
cuddles warmly in a soft feathered nest
looking up high – looking above

at the swallows flight – flight at its best
whilst it fills the hungry upturned beaks
loved and protected, warm and blessed

and the pierced cloud then happily leaks
its tears on the face of the earths’ bone-dry cheeks

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What Just Happen to My Spring

I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May
And was walking in the evening just to say
I almost cried and my hands got cold
And winter month got so bold
It was so frustrating and out of the norm
And each person in their heart had a storm
It's the month of May what the! happen to spring
And my headache began to ring
Most people on the first day of May was so happy
And now they look out on the second day sappy
I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013
And nothing should be in between
So pullout your snow shovels in dismay
And things you should know will be okay
So good morning to all and to all a good morning
And I just want you to be out their in a warning
The snow is at six inches and beyond
And you will not see green grass in dawn
I help myself by writing this poem
And I will be staying at home
Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty
I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty
I just looked outside while I was eating
As the snow kept on beating

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A Spring Madrical

Every setting sun commences another dawn
So spring shall always be like summer here
And there in green fields the graceful fawn
And there the melody of birds filling the air.

And there you are my diddle dee fair, O there
We go chasing cuckoos for spring is in the air.

There is a change in the wind too, a new scent
A new vigor vibrating the dance in the limbs
A coy laugh breaking on a beach of argument
New hope eternal in old dreams mortal swims.

And there you are my diddle dee fair, O there
We go chasing cuckoos for spring is in the air.

The blossoms rich will turn to fruit, the new mist
Of morning will fade, but in our hearts will stay
The wonder of love, and the wonder of first kiss
And the deeper longing for faith's sweeter day

And there you are my diddle dee fair, O there
We go chasing cuckoos for spring is in the air.

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The big garden by the pond
attracted bluebirds that watched ducks
and lovers sharing fond caresses
under the stately weeping-willows,
then shadows appeared and fireflies came around...
who didn't love an evening of continuous sparks?  

Daffodils, primroses, trumpet flowers, lavenders and tulips
made everyone stop and look...they were stunned by their awesome beauty;
even rain was abundant to make them grow in spring days,
and as sunlight filtered through, it became the official garden of harmony.

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Birds of a Feather

Spring Equinox has come at last
As morning dawns from winter’s night
New dreams revealed from seasons past
Soft petals open to the light

As morning dawns from winter’s night
Awareness drawn from dreamers keep
Soft petals open to the light
Evoking visions from the deep

Awareness drawn from dreamer’s keep
A guiding light that shines desire
Evoking visions from the deep
Open to sweet love passion’s fire

A guiding light that shines desire
Beckoning birds of feather home
Open to sweet love passion’s fire
Sing harmony, spring season poem

Beckoning birds of feather home
Synchrony of fecundate soul
Sing harmony spring season poem
Open heart to awaken whole

Synchrony of fecundate soul
A gathering of light transpires
Open heart to awaken whole
To blossom forth our true desires

A gathering of light transpires
New dreams revealed from seasons past
To blossom forth our true desires
Spring Equinox has come at last

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Appalachian Seasons

We welcome Spring with blooms
From bright red and yellow tulips
It feels like the season of flumes
With the scent of fresh hyssops

Summer skies roll on around
With gently floating white clouds 
Fresh mown lawns cover the ground
Leaving crisp, emerald shrouds

When Autumn happens through
With orange, red and amber hues
The entire world is a changed view
Mountains painted brilliantly new

Winter covers the world in white
Enchanting icicles hanging from trees
All the world is dazzling even at night
It’s a wonderland of a peaceful freeze

Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter
In the Appalachian Mountains we find
There is no place to be found any better
Seasons of bliss surround us with a design

God’s paintbrush has chosen our world
To leave impressions of such joy and beauty
Colors assorted, mixed and swirled
To create a vision of dreamy bounty

 ©July 29, 2014
Written for Vibrant Verses Contest

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Enough is Enough

It's the seventh of June and the heat is turned on. 
Yesterday was sunny, but today that's all gone.
It's rained, it's blown, it's been downright mean.
This is the worst excuse for Spring I've ever seen.

I'm cold, I'm cranky, I'm sick of the rain.
This miserable weather's going to drive me insane.
About six days so far the sun has come out
but it doesn't stay long, of that have no doubt.

I miss the real Spring of warm breezes and flowers,
walking in sunshine, soaking up sun by the hours.
The rain and the wind have chilled me to the bone.
I wonder if Mother Nature will pick up her phone

when I call to complain, gripe and whine too,
to tell her this weather, it simply won't do.
Enough is enough , this has gone on too long.
Sunshine  come back here where you belong.

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Springs Forth Spring

A season to delight, to sing and thrive Birth of spring beckons new life Casting aside the winter nights Dancing gay the flowers bloom Endless days of soothing clime From the trees the wind chime Grasses lush and green grow tall Hotter days soon to follow Igniting the passion strong Joining in the lovers song Kites brought out by children gay Lurking ice soon melts away Moist soil that promise growth Never doth such time come oft Over the hills the sun emerge Promising the awaited warmth Quivering underneath its touch Rosebuds kissed by hungry bees Sucking at the lingering beads To fill their need for sweetness deep Unfolding the rainbow stretch Vast corn fields flourish much Water taking silent course to sea Xanthic carpet beneath the tree Yonder lies the clear blue sky hued Zenith of happiness is procured © Nadiya (14 Feb '15) Placed 3rd in the contest 'abecedarian' by Shadow Hamilton on 27 Feb 2015.

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Apple, Peach, and Cherry Blossoms,
Spring Is in the Air
In Every Nook and Cranny
New Life Is Everywhere

The Sun Comes out Bright and Warm
To Shed It's Shimmering Light
Giving New Life to Grass and Trees
And to Each of Us Alike

The Wafting Smell of New Mown Grass
And the Wood Smoke of Burning Brush
Brings Back Memories of Youthful Days
Flooding in with a Joyous Rush

So Many Things to Do!
And Things in Need of Repair!
Brings Promise of Newborn Energy,
Oh Yes! Spring Is in the Air!

Spring Is a Time of Renewing Life
And the Mystery of the Sun
Helps Us Remember Who We Are
Created by God...We Are One.

Connie Moore

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The Smile of spring

Butterfly sent their kisses at the blue sky
The chirping birds singing a melodious lullaby
The smile of spring is just around the corner
Clouds then dance to the music of air

April rose, lilac and orchids arose 
May flowers bloom, petals are aglow
Smile of spring bliss at the meadow
Sweet morning sun kisses the rainbow

Spring water falls to bath one soul
For a new morning comes, a new day to begun
The smile of spring paint on lips of angels
It’s a season to rejoice one spirits

Cheryl Aldea
February 6, 2012

YOUR VERSE AGAIN any theme/any form max of 12 lines (Contest)
Sponsored By : Brian Strand

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The Tansy and the Tarragon

The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
Their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
To find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
And I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me. 
Makes me want to dance at midnight 'neath the budding apple tree.

April 10, 2014

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Good Morning Spring 2K13

Alpine glow atop
Jefferson and Hood alike;
Spring bids good morning.

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September's Child Part one

Born in Autumn, a buffer season
Not Summer with days of sun
Fields of green with life abounding
And sparkling clear springs.
Not Winter with her majestic wonderland
Of brisk cold winds which kiss the skin
Of gentle snowflakes that fall to earth
Of a blanket of snow that sheets the earth
A covering that allows all to sleep for its rebirth.
Not Spring the beginning of life anew
When snowy fields give way to green grass kissed by Morning's dew
Of promises of love, the inner mating call
Spring a season of life, the most beautiful of all.

Born in Autumn
Things die, They give way
To winds that blow decaying leaves
From once beautiful green trees
Autumn poor Autumn how it yearns to live
A season of brilliant colors
Colors that are false for they hide
The fact what Autumn colors dies.
A season where not sure
Too cold to go bare arm
Too warm to wear a coat
So sweaters were made
Not too cold, not too hot are these days.

Spring a season of love
Summer a season of fun
Winter a season of rest
But Autumn a season of labor
You must reap the harvest
You must prepare for Winter.

I fell in love with a girl of Spring
A joyful, lovely, spirited thing
Her eyes were wild
Upon her face there was a suspicious smile
She was every thing a man could want
Carefree, laughter, emotions of Joy
O' my heart did she toy
Bountiful, free yes was she
This little girl of Spring.

I am a child of September
Born in the month that begat Autumn
Withdrawn, quiet, working hard
I have a strong desire to change the world
Just as Autumn does
It breaks down Summer, forces him to yield
To give birth to Winter
That is what Autumn does
And for all it's glory-for all it's change
Winter blankets him with her snow
So the change of Autumn goes unknown
So is the life of me
Only changing the scenery temporarily.

The other seasons understand
They have their place in time
They yield their beauty grand
But Autumn yearns for it all
He wants to fight
He waves his colors boastfully
He shines with colors bright
And Winter, she only laughs
And blankets him with her snow.

I fight for beliefs I hold dear
But yet I yield them to Time.
For Time rules all the seasons supreme
Time is the Father of all things
Time tells us we must only love
Those in which seasons we can share
Autumn could have Winter which he proceeds
But Summer has Spring which he succeeds
Autumn to Winter, Summer to Spring
That is how Time made it.

       (continued September's Child Part two)

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Charm Of Spring

Rhythm created on water tends to kill 
Images of trees and sky reflected in lake 
Still water but, not any more still 
At least not dry or frozen and opaque 

Creating a wonderful picnic spot 
Inviting place for geese to immigrate 
Time to make trips and enjoy a lot 
Deer will stay out long to graze 

For next few months of spring and summer 
Artists will come with canvas and brushes 
Boating or may be fishing can occur 
Trees will wear colourful dresses. 

Sky will finally get rid of grey cover 
The vision can roam clearly and further 
Fog will entirely vanish from atmosphere 
Season to enjoy the beautiful youth of nature 

Vibrant colours of spring will be hidden 
They will not be so in summer and fall 
Leaves will turn first green then golden 
And will not be in winter at all. 

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A Season's Dance

Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the  palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.

Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13

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Spring stampede too slash two

green meadows and blue ditches
sunlight colored  cloudless sky
calender says its spring too 
stage for cow dancing

the herd of cows can not wait
their mooing is deafening
black and white spotted cow mass
ready to rock and roll

a pack of black and white 
is conquering fields of green
jumping, dancing and kicking
cows got talent too

(C) Elly Wouterse

In the Netherlands , on the first official Spring-day, it has become, since a few years, again,
a kind of annual happening to 'free' the cows' after all winter being in their cow houses. 
Schoolchildren (whole schools and - or  classes) are invited by farmers in the area to stop 
by and watch the cheerful cow-dace-events... 
(PS battery of camera empty............ggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrr  - won't happen next year)

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Nothing is more delightful
and simply remembered by a sweet word...
than a walk through a green forest,
to find a remote spot on a low hill
and put those daily worries to rest;
the anxious eyes long for that vision
of a last, unforgotten season: 
the gentlest rain which brings
a familiar fragrance from other lands...
when spring hides its flowers!

Whenever the lonely poet dreams,
his unerring hand is quicker that  the flowing streams:
the distant vison of his flourishing thoughts
is carried to unseen places; 
and all he wishes is to feel  a sublime peace...
when spring hides its flowers!

The wishful child ,led by his mom ,searches 
 the leaf-covered paths with a sorrowful glance,
even the robins and blue-birds can't confort him,
 or give him some kind of hope for his unleashed whim;
and will he relish the joyful promise of each year,
as a gentle hand caresses his blonde hair...
when springs hides its flowers from his zealous eyes,
and one of those adolescent dreams unexpectedly dies?

I, once, was like him:  curious,cheerful and so restless:
seeking surprises in unexpected places...
finding myself in front of simple wonders
that couldn't  be perceived by the adult mind,
as if they were another mystery, not the creation of God...
when spring didn't hide its flowers!

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Temporary Blossoms

On the table sits a vase
of purple lilacs, fragrant and soft.
On the mantle, daffodils.
Scents in the air mingle and waft.

pus*ywillows by the door
in an urn so tall.
Signs of spring in every room.
My favourite season of all.

On the deck, pansies bloom,
in purple, yellow and reds.
Spring is the time of earth's renewal
in the trees and flower beds.

Breathe in deep the heady scents.
Admire the colours vibrant, bright.
In just a brief amount of time
Spring will take her flight.

With the Summer comes the heat
that Spring flowers can not bear.
So soon they die and they are gone.
Summer's flowers just don't compare.

~~~ 10/04/2012 ~~~
* censors will not allow the word typed correctly

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A Wish for Spring

All the long and lonely winter, hearts
beckon with wishes for spring.
Chilled beneath a blanket of snow,
deep and dark and cold;
echoes of the robin's warble and
fleeting dreams of hazy mornings
gayly grip my memories.
Hammocks slowly swing
in a shaded grove.
Just as promised when autumn fell, I
kept a wish locked lost and 
lazy ... in the mist where daydreams dwell. So
many days left waiting since
        November locked
        October's door!
Persistent as a
quest that's sating,
reveling in the season's rains,
spring slips sultry; summers sister
teases us with warmth's refrain.
Underneath ice coated boughs the
very last of
winter falls like a tickled
        xylophone, until the
    yellow suns of summer strike a
zenith in June.

February 12, 2015

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SPRING OF SUBSTANCE Adorable word drawing a rainbow of substance-- SPRING Benumb snow-white cloak that drapes the earth, charmed by strips of golden spotlight above blue skies delicate cloak now being peeled to show emeralds of nature: daring to model life Footsteps ready to walk on warm green grassy ground guided by cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we to chiff chaffs hummed in chorus by swifts, mistrels and humble bees Idyllic scents of daffodils and scilla swirls on mid-air... Joyful Squirrels springing on loops of woods and rocks kindles energy burst after their winter sleep. Lodging everywhere the rising beauty of butterflies Miles and miles you will see valleys and hills smile. Nightingales: diva among birds share their lullabies. Ox huge and strong that home flies now in the stall lies; Painting bright is the seabird colony of puffins, shags and gulls quieting your despair and muse for a stare. Running cluster in the woodlands are bluebells, seen enough, be a phenologist if you like! taking notes when and where your first sight: unfolding flowers, frogs, spawns and others. Viral is the fun that leaps high during season of spring. Wildlife a phenomenal broadway to the eyes! Xanthic warm light will keep all acts alive yielding an amazing breathing ride to anyone. Zoom spring and delight in its zaftig view! _____________________________________________________________ TERMS: --xanthic--yellow or yellowish --zaftig--having full view or rounded figure ©O. E. Guillermo 10:12pm, February 25, 2015 Sponsor Shadow Hamilton Contest Name Abecedarian Placed 3rd

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Seasons Of Affairs

The deadly air of autumn’s blow
Empowered winter’s cold to flow,
But spring’s warmness began to grow
Releasing summer’s smoothing glow.

It started out as a mer gaze,
Bringing my lonely heart ablaze,
We were lost in a lovely maze
Surviving the long autumn days.
Can we handle the freezing cold?
The one that wraps us close and hold
Unto each other like glimmering gold
As time stops, turning us into winter’s mold.
We slit in half when spring arrived
As I believed love was thrived,
I felt you had my heart revived
But it was clear you were contrived.
Now summer begins to boil down
And I can see all your endless frown,
You indeed fooled me like a clown
So now I watch our affair slip, drown.
Summer was to bring us together,
But spring showed we’re light as feather,
In winter we were twined with tether,
Did you enjoy autumn’s weather?

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Spring's Morning Song 2K13

The waking sunrise.
The songsters upon pine boughs;
Ah! Spring's morning song.

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Seasons Change

Seasons Change
Dr. Jim Martin
February, 2013

A hint of spring
Is in the air.
Buds are blooming

Gone is the gloom
Of Winter's chill.
Soon we'll behold
That Springtime thrill.

Some might reply
That there is no gloom.
In Winter they enjoy
Staying in their room.

Yes, seasons change
To each one's delight.
What's wrong for one
Is for another right.

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Daisies and the Way to Undress Summer.

“Dress me in daises,” I said, as if flowers could cover my skin in respectable ways, and
he smiled as my shoe boxes of paint tipped over, as the floor became art and the way I
walked towards him smeared my heart at his feet.

We captured laughter this way, drawing insensibilities in between us, and there was an
element of beauty in the grin of a child when it appeared to dance across his grown up
cheeks, an attraction to Peter Pan, and blond hair in the summer, as I thought I could
capture July...

The month used to sit beside my bed, fluttering night lights to save me from dreams, stars
danced in mason jars and fairytales were whispered beyond moonlight as I wrote them in my
dreams, as I watched seasons disappear into morning light.

I arrested kisses with a word and slipped them in my pockets, he commented on the rips
that always decorated the hems of my blue jeans, I played with the brown flowered
patches at me knees, I looked at him and told him my secrets, I whispered content beneath
the spring as we watched summer rise, as the sky became a canvas and I wished my hands
were more capable...

“Show me the way beyond you,” he requested, as my glance became puzzled, “Show me who you

He handed me a daisy, he told me to undress, I studied the petals as they fell to my feet,
my toes became blanketed...

and I walked towards him...

the decoration of spring mapping out my heart, and he smiled with a mouth that grinned
when he spoke my name, when he laughed in the fashion of a child and held me under
moonlight when spring faded and summer came.

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True Exquisiteness

Spring with its flowers
Brightens life with many smiles.
Bringing fragrant pleasures.
Decorating country roads for miles.
Man and bees enjoying there, beguiles.

Likewise, comes spring showering.
Delighting a little child.
Umbrellas with giggles, and singing
Simplicity and happiness, whiled.
Inviting the strong and the mild.

The mountain drizzles echo.
Valleys and wetlands drink.
Life springs forth all aglow.
Coloring life with nature in sync.
Pastel yellows, lavenders, and pink.

Spring with all of its newness.
Exciting the young and the old.
Winter accepts a warm caress.
Ageless glory spring seasons unfold.
True exquisiteness, I love to behold.

© February 10, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: English Quintain a Spring Day 	 
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts

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As we finally wash away past winter's grime
I hear the birds of spring's young chime.
They begin live anew for this new year;
flora and fauna's songs- freshness to the ear.

Blooming buds and chirping birds-
Inspirations for birthing of well rhymed words
of beauty and grandeur everywhere
and sweetest smells filling the air.

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Sakura's favourable conditions

Hannah under cloudy                                                                                                   pink tree petals drop like snow                                                                                     winter passed peace

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Rose for all Seasons


As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet

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A Soul Awakened

They bloom as buds,
The young and expectant
bursting with the life of spring.
Winter-bones, stiff with frost, 
Unravel the icicle wire;
Release the spry exuberance of
Underground bulbs of self:
Heart, mind, chakra points--rise,
Rise to greet the thaw!

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winters gone

Winters gone
Winters gone
April show brings
May Flowers for 
June weddings. 
Winters gone
The robin sings 
His spring song.
Winters gone 
The children play.
For school will soon end.
No more snow 
So winter s gone.

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Fuji horaana

wisteria cascades                                                                                                       the rich pendants wave in wind                                                                                       a flowery den                                                                                      				- Whimsical Wisteria Gardens and Tunnel in Japan

Details | Prose | |


I stepped through the
early morning door into a liquid-laden Spring-scene.

A three-quarter moon
gazed down wearing
it's gold ring of water

The air, chill, though
a burdensome thick
humidity hangs like a canvas bag

of sand
waiting to drop
onto the stage

No bird was heard;
all perched quietly beneath puffy cloud pockets;
waiting for lightening to pierce

and make them bleed.

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Four Seasons

Winters boldness has its ways,
Of bringing coldness through its snowflakes,
Through the windows its always viewed,
But within it we humans are rude,

Spring dandelions bring us smiles,
Puts us outside back for a while, 
Its nature starts to show,
Those seeds are watered,
Did you know?

Summers heat is so intense,
Takes our garments off our head,
Oceans and pools begin to be fed, 
Oh and at night no blankets used,
Just our bareness instead,

Showering down summers leftovers,
Here comes autumn!
well I guess Fall?,
The breeze it brings feels like an AC,
Look what's coming up again,
Winters boldness, Come Save Me! 

Omer Shafi (also known as Journal)

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Nothing makes one forget the stillness of a warm noon
more than that memorable stroll
with our sweetheart as butterflies 
gently flutter over us to be admired, making us 
remember the tender beauty that spring was. 

Everything around us emanates joy,
harmony is seen everywhere in this forest, 
but peace isn't the only thing the traveler seeks,
and surely bluejays can arise much curiosity
with their songs that sound good to the ear.

Walk with us on flowery paths, say hello
to the timid squirrels with long, patchy tails;
rosemary bushes are fragrantly sweet... 
to remind all the tender beauty that spring was.

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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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September's Child Part two

  ( continued from September's Child Part one)

But Autumn does not love Winter
Autumn yearns for Spring
But Spring with her bubbling laughter
It is Summer she chases after
Hurt and disgusted Autumn becomes
A season of depression for his love rejected
His leaves of orange, red and gold
Turn to a decaying brown.

He tries in vain to change
To conquer Winter
Yes if this he could do
Then Spring will he be with
But Winter strong, her winds they blow
She buries him with blizzards of snow.

September's Child
A love he has lost
September's Child
Alone and tormented
Spring she will not have him
Summer shines him by
Winter she does control him
Autumn the season when love dies.

September's Child through he breathes
The breath of life
Deep inside he has died
For a love he can not have.

Came September I looked up at the trees
Red, orange , gold were her leaves
I plucked a few from her arms
And kept them in a paper sack of brown.

And I released them into the wind
That Spring.

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Spring Showers

The moist air come around once more
to start the new life of nature to be sure
spring showers that cleanses our world.

The snow melts to a degree for it is time to see
a world of wonders for everyone
that needs a spring showers to be free.

The ground gets all soft for things to grow
to be part of this emotional adaptation
is how we should know.

The binds of winter goes away 
to be come a new season to portray 
a wonder of colors and beauty.

The moment has come to use your umbrellas
in many ways can block the showers 
that might drizzle on us to ruin our day. 

Spring Showers Contest
March 25 2013

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Nocturne of The Orient

Nocturne of The Orient

I woke upon a winter’s morn,
To find that summer had long gone.
And simpler games of summer days
Have turned to chess--where I’m a pawn.
I feel my heart where it was torn--
As sharp of edge as with a knife--
And know that I have lost the ways
That sheltered me from winter’s strife.

And where were you my summer song?
When I awoke no more to hear
Your graceful melody of care
Float gently ‘round and fill my ear
With essence, pure! Still lingered long,
Your heartfelt tune of life and loss--
To close my eyes would see you there;
An ancient soul of yin* and joss.**

Though shorn from life, my sweetest dreams
Still come to me when dusk brings sleep.
That little death that brings release,
While still I slumber dark and deep,
And rends my night upon its seams,
When wondrous sights I do behold--
That bring at last my soul some peace,
And chase out much of winter’s cold.

© Copyright 2013 Shawn H. Hall - All Rights Reserved

*yin - the feminine passive principle in nature that in Chinese cosmology is exhibited in darkness, cold, or wetness and that combines with yang to produce all that comes to be. Hence, yin=Femininity, and yang=masculinity.

**joss - a Chinese idol (or roughly, a deity). AKA, Spirituality

Thus, an ancient soul of femininity and spirituality.

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Spring is in the Air

A strong spring wind is blowing today
Bringing an artificial snowstorm here my way
As pussi willow fur is dancing everywhere
Being transported on the pre-storm air

A sure sign that Spring is in the air
When certain shrubs grow that cat-like hair
Catkins, buds so furry and white
Announcing the coming of more sunlight

written and posted on 3/1/12 for Francine's contest

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Fruitless Buds (Expanded Triolet)

Stars adrift on wicked laughter 
dance amidst these April nights. 
Fragile, pristine alabaster 
stars adrift on wicked laughter. 
Tumbling, twirling falling faster 
asterisms cool and white. 
Stars adrift on wicked laughter 
dance amidst these April nights. 

Buds bow down to frozen masters 
claiming spring as if their right. 
What becomes of fruits hereafter 
buds bow down to frozen masters? 
Timid petals face disaster, 
tumbling dead from Winter blight 
Buds bow down to frozen masters 
claiming spring as if their right. 

Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
Bitter cold still claims the pastures,
just how long can Jack Frost factor?
What can thrive 'neath icy plasters,
viscous tombs, cocooned delight?
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?

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Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things the heat and time has done;

The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust,
and water tables sink down to a new found low,
but love always goes on, as love, it always must,
through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go.

There in the field, an old man points his maple cane
as if a prophesy, and something we should know,
always, always, always, there will be too much rain,
or not enough, and only love can ever grow.

There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan,
up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow;
and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than
the fences seperating everything we know;

and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze,
there's little we can do, but hope for early spring,
always, always, always, we fall down to our knees
in love and prayer that times like this always will bring.

Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much,
for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky,
and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch,
excepting love, and that is all that gets us by.

Always, always, always, love has to always be,
though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain,
though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe,
if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.

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When autumn catches the unwary gardens
All the sightseers leave it to itself
It wails on its fate
On the destruction of all its blooms
Remembering the spring air
Its heart bleeds
Can someone assure my weary garden
That spring air is itself 
eagerly waiting for it
Unless it endures the freezing cold
How can spring air come into its fold

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Scarlet sage' path...
feet rambling about the hill
of a quite woodland
with Carolina willows
and southern magnolias.

Lanky short-leaf pines
shade the milk-pea verdant shrubs;
petrels watch the swift,
mottled squirrels climb black oaks
while a cavalcade stirs them.

Hyacinths in bloom
have a stronger, sweeter scent 
than the white jasmines...
is fragrance a flower's gift
to all lovers strolling by?

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the air of spring blossom blooming,
sending scents of nature calling.
birds chirping:
butterflies flying,
blue skies of freedom,
ebbs of tides cascading,
fresh and yet so random.
hot sun radiating,
with a radiance so uncalled for.
spring beauty of nature glowing;
faint yet fo near and clear,
so calm and so dear,
bringing peace of beauty,
important to so many.
humble beginnings of spring passion blooming;
rarity of a blossom blooming,
brings a certain genuine passion as it lasts.
the center of nature's beauty and it's importance,
times of spring and new refreshing changes, mood, and attitudes.

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A Cool Conversation

"A burst of ice."
whispers Winter 

"Your not being nice!"
answers Spring 

"Your frozen outburst;
Your chill, will not change a thing."

"I will dance. I will sing.
It is inevitable.
A symphony of color I will bring."

"So walk away. 
Do not smolder.
Soon your reign will be over."

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Sensations of spring

spring only come's once a year
so celebrate it now while it's here
the flowers starting to bloom
gardens so full there not much room
new life starts to fill the world
as the seed of life starts to uncurl
with fresh start new love begins
when sun sets and light then dims
a whole new place circles the planet
as winter ends and finally sets
between the two most famous seasons
but its there because it has a reason
as spring begins so does the hope
with the new sun  the people can then cope
the fall of the cool rain and the warming of sun
to let everyone know spring has begun

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Forest's Song

The trees danced back and forth in the wind
As the bushes rustled along to the move
The grass whistled, feeling brand new
Creating the forest's own special tune

With the leaves turning to the shades of fall
The trees slowed their dance
The bushes, in turn, slowed their rustle too
The grass continued to whistle, having too much fun

Nothing can stop the leaves from falling
The trees know they are only stalling
The bushes too see the delay
The grass just wants to continue to play

Standing bare, the trees dared not to move
The bushes stopped rustling, feeling alone
The grass continued to whistle, not wanting to stop
Yet, no one could hear it under a white blanket

The stark white snow silenced the forest's song
No dancing, or rustling, or whistling can be heard
But don't you fret or worry
They'll come back in the spring with their special song.

When they come back they will be louder than ever
A bond between them that no one can sever
A melody that we will forever remember
And a spring night that will last until December

Jessica Turl
October 5, 2011
Edited: October 9, 2011

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O’ winds of winter be thou Sunkist
To touch the streams of my heart amidst
As the warmth of a Spring morning anew
Let your breath kiss the banks of my soul,
As with a touch of sweet honey dew

.. And I shall be renewed...

As with a touch of sweet honey dew
Let your breath kiss the banks of my soul,
As the warmth of a Spring morning anew
To touch the streams of my heart amidst
O’ winds of winter be thou Sunkist

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A Dab of Spring

A shade of yellow, paint with blue
Blemishes the canvass, all in crude
Creativity in the lazy sky
Dulled in myriad etches drawn
Enthusiasm overwhelming
Fields of hope now ascending
God given blessings bestowed
Heaven's a bliss to behold
In the artist's loving hand
Jaded with clues after clues
Keen on its every detail
Life time's own redemption
Memoirs upon the final touch
Nature's guise to reach heights
Oils and pastels combined
Portrait hung with grace
Quite breezing one's mind
Racing deep to the bosom
Sunflowers waving its mother sun
Thistles whispering sweet goodbyes
Utopia on the majestic moon
Vivaciously unified
Wonders of an impressive grade, like
Xylophones synced in harmony
Yesterday's today an understatement
Zephyr stirred within every stroke.


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Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.

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Spring Fever

I feel it
The tugging in my bones
Like a young child pulling at my shirt to get attention
That gentle urge to look their way
It whispers in my ears
Left shoulder it sits 
Then right
Left right left right
Never quite in view
Tickling like a strand of hair gone awry
It slides across my fingers 
Like an itch I can't scratch
The desire to move 
When I know I should be absolutely still
I hear it 
Like a ringing in my ears
Or a fly buzzing in my ear
The humming of the lights
It calls to me
Mumbling like the dry eyes commercial guy
It longs for me 
Like a drought stricken farmer prays for rain
It commands me to dance 
Flitting like a butterfly sailing in a windstorm
It burns
Like the fever of a sleepless infant
On and on it screams at me
I am coming
Like a wild cat at midnight
It reaches out to embrace me
Like little ones safe in their mothers arms
Restlessly I wait
For spring

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The Thing About Spring

The thing about Spring is the promise it brings
Of the new life and rebirth and blue skies that it sings
Of the birds and the bees and new leaves on the trees
Of the flowers and the hours of sunshine and of showers

The thing about Spring is the new hope that it brings
That every girl can be queen and every boy can be king
That the winter will splinter and that summer’s a comer
That days will get longer and that love will grow stronger

The thing about Spring is the assurance it brings
That new planted seeds bare new offerings
That the circle of life will keep circling
And that’s why I sing of the thing about Spring

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Hand of Spring

The paintbrush of spring colors winter's canvas in bright-colored buds and sprouts of green singing sparrows greet each hue we have missed the paintbrush of spring colors winter's canvas with rainbow strokes in light of the sun's kiss spring's vibrant shades held in high-esteem The paintbrush of spring colors winter's canvas In bright-colored buds and sprouts of green
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 27, 2012 for Carol Brown's SPRING free poetry contest

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The promise of Spring

Summer ended too soon
Autumn leaves falls under the moon
Snowflakes chills the winter air
As spring  flourishes with care

Raindrops will slowly pour and give the seeds
A new hope after the cold and lonely season
The sun will shine as if it has never been deprived
Of rising during the cold and lonely season

The bitterness of seeing the leaves
Cut-off from its mother branches
The sorrowful  sight of trees
Uprooted from Mother Earth

Even if the flowers are already withered
For now it’s leaves are sleeping
A new branch  will soon come out
And the tree will be soon alive again

Snow will soon vanish from your way
The leaves of hope won’t fall soon
Neither shall the trees be uprooted
That’s the promise of spring God will keep forever.

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Sounds Of Spring

The dancing Sun rises &
tip toes to noon without sound.
You can hear a sizzle as
it heats up the ground.
A feeling of Energy
floating around.
School Bells cheerfully ringing out
children screaming & laughing loud.

Smiles all around,
people washing cars,
kids out cruising,
while yard sale crowds
 search the town.

Spring is a smile on 
a child's face,
It's a warm sweater on a
cool spring night
or eating Ice Cream 
sitting in the shade, on a hot day

The Spring Sun, takes away the gloom
& clears winters haze.
I have never before,  felt Spring,
nor have my eyes ever seen
it,  until today...

David J. Caldera

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Spring's Party

Join us, said the flowers, join us in our party
We all are laughing merrily
See you, winter is soon to be a shadow
Shall come the sun, the warmth even, in the day of tomorrow!

Yes, spring is about
With joy we are ready to shout
Flowers of grace we are
Winter did shove on us, more than one scar

We did droop, we did nearly even die
To the heavenly mystery, we have prayed for, to see at last, the blue sky
Now, we shall dance in the sun, we shall sway with the wind
We shall have our own bliss, in the spring's merciful hand!

Join us, join us in partying, celebrating the coming of the spring
I am sure, like us, you are also exultant about this happening!

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Longing for Spring

The populace is longing for spring
not realizing that they are wishing 
their time spent.  Upset with the Winter sting,
they won't let Winter just vent, soon enough
the snow will be gone, and winter will be done;
giving way to spring showers and
sporadic sunny days providing
nourishment for blooming flowers.
Birds return from their southern trek
singing their songs as if they had never departed
New life surrounds us everywhere
Making days a little more lighthearted

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The 4 Seasons

Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
These are the seasons that embrace us all

We start the year in the dead of winter
Where, wind, ice and snow fester like a splinter
Everywhere you look are visions of death
Where the harsh cold winds will take your breath
Sometimes it seems winter will never end
Then just like that Spring is around the bend.

Then the sun begins to warm the earth
And everywhere you look you see new birth
Birds are nesting, squirrels are playing
And the morning dew is art work displaying
Flowers blooming, trees budding, birds singing
Grass is greening, people are smiling and spring is springing

The beauty of Spring leads to the season of heat
Where the grass grows tall, gardens produce and ice cream is a treat
Where humming birds swarm the flowers
And daylight last for hours
When children swim and many vacations begin
That is when it is Summer we are in.

With Summer’s end comes a world of beauty
When gathering nuts is a squirrels duty
Where vibrant colors turn our  landscape to a magnificent painting
Orange, red, yellow, green and brown give a view most captivating
As the leaves dance forever on the ground
The aroma of fall is all around

As the Fall Season ends, a new year shall begin
And we ask ourselves, Winter will end when?

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The seasons change

Not so long ago I stood in the sun.
Taking in the warmth and having some fun.
The days were long and the sky so blue,
The days were long yet I longed for you…

The days grow shorter the warmth is gone,
Leaves change colors winter won’t be long.
Frost glitters in the sun and melts away,
Things slowly fade that I wish could have stayed.

The wind gets colder the skies grow dark,
They rip through me sending a chill to my heart.
I look to the sky and see the birds fly away
Fall is gone and winter is on the way.

The sky opens up and the snow begins to fall.
It blankets the earth covering it all.
Still I remember what buried below,
I must wait until spring for it to show.

The sun grows stronger the winter ices melt.
As it touches my skin the warmth is felt.
Birds return singing as if to rejoice,
The rebirth of spring seems to be in their voice.

As years fly by so many seasons and change
As a new one comes, the last moves out of range.
The seasons become like stages in life
Some filled with beauty, others with strife.

Spring becomes like when you begin,
Summer is the times in the life that you win.
Autumn is like when you start to grow old.
Winter becomes tears frozen from cold.

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dusty wind of the coachella valley

Spring has spent her youth
her hours have swiftly gone
summer comes burning like an aching tooth
Dusty wind blow softly on

Keep back the blasting heat
that leaves no stone to rest upon
the very earth burns the feet
Dusty wind blow softly on

Gently kiss one last spring flower
bury her seed before your powers wan
awaiting silently some spring shower
Dusty wind blow softly on.

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Spring Green

When all the world is kelly green
And every plant is lithe and young
When paper sailboats are in streams
One may be sure that spring has sprung

The forests grow dense with leaves
And the trails must again be blazed
Barren winter is but a memory
And the birds chirp songs of praise

When all the world is kelly green
And every plant is lithe and young
When paper sailboats are in streams
One may be sure that spring has sprung.

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Prairie Floor

Wind swept prairie land

Against all elements you stand

The sun shone brightly on this spring day

Bringing forth the early buds of May

This wondrous season, time of rebirth

Snow disappears from mother earth

Crocus and tulips are beginning to rise

Covering the earth before our eyes

Birds are arriving from the south

Ice is melting at the rivers mouth

Rabbits shed their coat of white

Days are longer giving more light

Waters rise high and rush away

On this warm spring like day

Grass is turning from brown to green

Adding color to make a picturesque scene

Trees full of buds and seeds

Spring is in the prairies , yes indeed.

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Winter's Departure

Spring came back to town today
In all her glorius style
Winter packed up in a huff
And left us for a while

We all thought Spring was gone for good
For Winter had stayed so long
And though we tried to be Winter's friend
She draped us in her cold sarong

She'd ice the roads over
And even freeze the lake
No one forgot her cold demeanor
Or the warmth she'd always take

But when Spring blew in with her flowery array
And the sun seemed to shine so bright
Winter could not stay around 
So she left in the middle of night

We know that she's not gone for good
For she always rushes back too soon
As Spring always leaves for Summer
Fall also leaves for Winter's melancholy tune

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This Fine Spring Day

I smelled nothing sweeter 
than the new rose in bloom
Nor the smell of lilacs, upon a fine spring day.

I saw nothing better
Than the morning sun rise
With the birds flying eagerly, along on their way.

I tasted nothing juicier
Than the softness of berries
juices come alive in my mouth, refreshingly sweet.

I heard nothing prettier
Than the sound of the bells
And the sound of laughter and children’s little feet. 

I felt nothing warmer
Than the touch of your hand
As you take mine and walk with me this fine spring day.

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Dance Again

There'll be flowers in our garden
to bloom for us in Spring
I plant them here for you my Love
for scents of life they bring

We'll watch them rise together
the first Spring they shall grow
as coloured carpet garden blooms
both you and I shall know...

That as we wait and watch them
by a drizzled window pane
we'll see unyielding buds that close
and fight the driving rain

See velvet dew drop petals 
that seek the cherished light
and bask in breathless sunshines last
then curl and fade by night

Captured us a moment
and tho my love you ask
to quell and hold the seasons change
so life shan't come to pass

...But pass it must.... 
to leave you
with a seasons floral song
and know I am still with you
each Spring that comes along

Scents that send you air to breathe 
pervading pure and sweet
and bring you hope to dance again 
with flowers at your feet


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Spring in India

Colours with it, it brings. 
Nature bears flowers, 
Happiness in showers.

The birds start chirping the morning tunes, 
Giving way to the dreamy dunes.
The bees humming their notes, 
The fishermen making ready their boats. 

Different lives different meaning, 
It all depends on believing. 
Its the time to rejoice, 
Shout in the loudest voice.

Festivities in the air, 
Celebrations everywhere.
This time of the year, 
I always wish-you were here...

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Springtime Memories and Wishes

As the sweet scents of spring envelop the cool air
I am taken away to a far off land of memory, of bliss
Childhood days of running, laughing, days of care
It all brings a warm smile to my face, as I reminisce

I am taken away to a far off land of memory, of bliss
A time I thought I once forgot, but now I can relive
It all brings a warm smile to my face, as I reminisce
With people I thought I disliked, but now I forgive

A time I thought I once forgot, but now I can relive
I also see those days when we turned on each other
With people I thought I disliked, but now I forgive
I wish them all happiness, my sisters and brothers

I also see those days when we turned on each other
Childhood days of running, laughing, days of care
I wish them all happiness, my sisters and brothers
As the sweet scents of Spring envelop the cool air

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Watch the World Turn

The world turns,
Changing every second,
With every whisper of the wind
Every movement of the sea,
Every song of the birds,
All the earth is in motion

Look at your surroundings
And see the change incarnate

Watch as spring first begins –
The flowers in their bloom
The trees all green and glorious
The sky a crystal clear,
All the world seems light and weightless
We see nature and smile at its beauty

Watch as spring bursts into summer –
The sun shining brighter,
The air feeling warmer,
The heat healing the earth,
All the world is free and cheerful
We feel fresh, vivacious and content

Watch as summer rolls into autumn –
The leaves turning all shades of orange
Nature taking on a deeper hue,
The cool starting to finally sink in,
All the world begins, school, work, and play
We adjust to a new routine 

Watch as autumn fades into winter –
The air getting crisper,
The days becoming shorter,
Glittering snow falling softly to the earth,
All the world is comfortable and cozy
We settle down to warm by the fire

Look at your surroundings,
And see the change incarnate
With every breath you take,
Watch the world turn.

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 Spring into a breathing space;
 Feel delicate wild flowers brush against your feet;
 Wander into the secluded meadow;
 Stop to admire the gentle curves of Spring boughs;
 Relish them bursting with fragrant blossoms;
 Celebrate new life in abundance.

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God's magic

To this day the skies have shown
Canadian geese returning, from where they have flown
Defenseless white, standing with sheer delight
You’ve weathered the winter’s harsh touch 
yet, your limbs still clutch..
To their beauty and expression
It’s without question
You tower above the  
copper fields that bend and bow
Natures planting her seeds to sow
Her planning hand brings on the rain 
that flourishes across the scattered plains

And so too, the mooring bird that’s moans his song
Arousing spring to create its emerald lawn
Far and wide they sprout and blossom 
bringing way to the lazy possums.

That hardy sparrow that weaves its nest 
Gathers straw, with things once laid to rest  
 Hear them singing their lovers’ tone 
Such eternal mates that come to prune 

Bumblebees may come out to search 
to find new nectar, where they  perch 
Jumping from blossom to bud 
scaring away the water rudd 

Nature’s intentions are very clear 
thank the Lord, for spring is here !

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Here Comes Spring- Flower Song

The flower is happy, the flower is healthy
it’s a period of balance to life and beauty
a pivot of equilibrium reached between cold and heat
a climatic character full of comfort and peace
resting from its extremes, refreshed by showers
life from withered to fresh, because spring is here.

Nature now puts on its default make up
with the launching of sprouting colourful petals
the human sight is painted so green,
fertility and nourishment having a re-awakening
the flower merrys through its colours
and greatly prides on its nectar
life is never dead only revolves in cycles
yet again, proven in this period of spring.

For the poetry contest "Flower song"
sponsored by Rick Parise

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Magic is working,
love is forming,
flowers are growing.
They stick together as one.

Love is soft as flower petals,
love is good and strong,
love is happniess for all.
Love means more than you together.

We share thy love,
as spring has formed.
Spring  is magic,
an spring is more.

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Fever for Spring

So the spring flurries sweet instead of the snow
It seeps into me, my dreams set aglow
For the green of the tenderest grassling can be
blended with blue or the grey of the sea
It's a fallen out whisker of a cat painted black
or my momma out swingin' in the hammock out back
The sea asks the sun to go for a dip
and the moon closes over like a tight fitting lid
We relish the splendor of bare-footed feet
as the wind urges us down our luminous street
Then curling up tight as we're in for the night
(like our friends who speak only with purrs...)
We dream of the spring (and such marvelous things)
that will never be matched with mere words...

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Spring Plight

My poppies are still alive!

Beneath the weight of the winter sleep
the snow built up to 3 feet deep
they kept their leaves in slumber green
and waited for spring with a shiver

The ice is slow to melt this year
My desire is quicker and sends me out
I pull out soil and extra pots
and clean out the autumn's leaves.

I'm pushing the weather with determination
to send out the sun strong to force creation
I yearn for the days being long with elation
as the blooms bellow forth that it's spring

As usual I'm just an impatient girl
I mirror the poppies alive under ice
A season of red soaring unthaw would suffice
to shake myself free of this winter.

I'll open the windows on all of my hopes
and spring clean my thoughts to a shine
I may be peeling off icicles yet
but the spring time is about to be mine.