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Snow Replay

Not Again! six inches on top of the snow we already had! This started out to be a blank verse sonnet, but it didn't turn out that way.

The snow has smothered life tonight
Our world now gleams in flawless white
Below the earth, the bulbs’ low whine
impatient with delay of time.

Their voice is faint and fainter still
the cry of birds in fluffed-up chill
so hunger thinned in winter snap
with hidden food beneath its wrap.

Yet seed thrown out on top of snow
and cooked with peanut butter, slow
then shaped in cakes with honey glue
has brought to us a checkered queue

As daylight hails, we watch to see
this comic scene of feathered spree.

Copyright © Cona Adams

Details | Alliteration | |

Spring's wisp

Spring’s wisp
strolls tenderly

slowly moving,
singing songs of:

Spring’s bright,
Spring’s warmth…
Spring’s buds stringing along mine

Spring’s snow
Slowly prods
Spring’s wisp

Spring’s wisp aches for;
Spring’s strip

Copyright © James Peranteau

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Season's Round

Summer sunshine in her hair
The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s promise buried there
Hints of Spring therein lies

The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s snow upon her skin
The seeds of Spring wait to rise
To field the Summer once again

Winter’s snow upon her skin
Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s vow to come again
Until Autumn takes its place

Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s sunshine in her hair
Autumn hints leave bare a trace
That Winter’s cold will follow there

Copyright © James Burns

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Wooden window , traditional 5-7-5

Wooden window creaks -
Tree branch swing hanging lowly 
Peeking sun thaws snow

Copyright © David Graham

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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

Copyright © kj force

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Spring Ritual

After months of white covering substance That’s dominated the ground’s existence Powers of the sky peer down upon me And lo and behold there are green blades freed Grass is coming in sight by the sun’s rays The white fluffy snow has seen better days There’s now formed in the middle of the yard Small pond of water just playing its card Seasons change, the melting walk has begun White mass on the Earth melts under the sun Finding green grass, pleasant sight to behold In the sunlight the color looks quite bold Spring has come to save all from the bleak scene This process to turn snow to grass of green Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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Spring Crocus

Majestic flower
Pushing through snow
First sign of spring

Copyright © Peter Brown

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spring snow

spring snow

    falling from a lone cloud

         sun shines in background

Copyright © Francine Roberts

Details | Concrete | |

The Four Seasons

There are four seasons in a year. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. In the Spring time, you can enjoy the outdoors and go for a walk. And look at the trees turning beautiful colors, you can also enjoy raking the leaves into a big pile and jump into them. We also know the New Year is coming with Winter. Winter is a cold month with snow, now the children can play outside in the snow. And everyone else can enjoy the snow also.

Copyright © Frances Roberts

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Springtime Alliteration

Spring savagely starting
Seeking solace soon 
Snowing swirling storming
Sun somewhere shining?

Copyright © Rick Zablocki

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Broken Monoku

Mountains flow tears
                      As spring snows dissipate

Contest: One Broken Monoku

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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Spring Showers

Living on a mountain top in Vermont "Spring Showers" are very dangerous
With several feet of snow still covering the rocky terrain above the tree line
a recue unit is always prepared for the fools that climb the cliffs; unprepared
They pay no heed to the weather report: Spring Showers today and tomorrow
on top of a mountain the rain falls and creates tiny rivers under the snowdrifts
A slow rain tears the bottom layer of snow away with a sheet of ice at its base
The potential now for an Avalanche just rose 80%.Are there fools climbing today?
every fifteen minutes, the rescue squad check their gear. The thermo body raps,
Snowshoes, Snow spikes, heat sensored depth poles,helmets with red, yellow,
and green push on lights, two way radios;checked batteries,Coffee and Whiskey
When one lives up here long enough; You can hear the snowdrifts : drifting
It has been raining for almost 48 hours,as raindrops keep falling my fears rise
Down in the Valleys, they cherish the April Showers,looking forward to May Flowers
I have to go now and call on my ham operator radio for assistance.The alarm is
ringing, the Snow is rumbling down the side of the Mountain.You asked to tell why
we do or do not like Spring Showers. I will tell YOU when and if I Return.

April 15, 2013 for the Contest : "Spring Showers" Sponsored by "Russell Sivey"

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire

Details | Chant Royal | |


It is not a sliver shame, that I have never felt what it feels like to dance along with the coldest feelings of winter, or  holiday away with the warmest summer breezing, or either skate swiftly on the snowfall iced grounds.

I might be called a complicated bush man, for this. But I do not feel less aware intelligently or less creative to life affairs.

Because, I am wise enough to know,that it is the same heavens, that someone on the sea sees, that is the same view someone on land sees also. There might be difference in the atmospheric temperature, but the heavens will always remain a sky and not a scarf or scar.

I am an alien to summer, autumn, winter, spring and definitely a super alien to snow, but I am not an alien to hope, understand and experience, and surely my faith and hope of being in a snowy, summer and winter environment, shall never expire, this I known!

One day, I shall make summer my muffler of inspiration, 
autumn, my soulful air of perseverances and continuity to excellence,
While winter, will be my successful coolant, to fluid up the burning inspiration of my unborn books.

Till then, 
I shall humbly wait and boldly work on, sincerely to a fashionably attractive endeavour, till I completely erase the uncultivated feelings. 

And when I have achieved my crystal dreams of dancing to the summer breeze and clothing myself with snows, then I shall shake the sown feelings off, and start dreaming of visiting the moon.

Copyright © femi joey oloidi

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |


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

Copyright © Samuel Robinson

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Early Spring

*A Collaboration

The snow that shrinks in the glen and the wood 
Would gladly stay through the spring if it could.

While clouds have flown to free the sapphire sky, 
The liquid snow of winter tumbles by. 

It melts into puddles of liquid gold
As the sun's growing warmth exiles the cold.
The warming sun highlights the tips of trees, 
Inviting new growth, encouraging bees. 
The swaying daffodils are in full bloom, 
Yet others sleep in Mother Nature’s womb. 
Tiny green buds are peeking from the trees 
And big, white blossoms are soon to be seen!

The spring flowers raise their heads to the sun, 
Soon to be used for Easter bonnet fun.

*In the order they appear here, these seven couplets were written by: Craig Cornish, Isaiah Zerbst, Heather Ober, David Williams, Jack Horne, Andrea Dietrich, and Seren Roberts. Thanks for participating, guys! :)

Copyright © Heather Ober

Details | Romanticism | |

A Rose Amid The Snow

Who knows…amidst the cold of winter
When spring is just a memory
And her flowers all decay
Leaving just a trace of
A once glorious bouquet…
That love lies dormant in the snow
Determined to survive!

It is too late for spring
To come again this way
Her rosebuds bloom just once
Before they fade away
Despite our desperate
Pleading for them to stay
Love is only for the young…
How can it come my way?

Spring and summer love
Awakens us to life
We only hear the music
Not the possibility of strife
We are the young…
Invincible are we
Love will last forever
Just you wait and see!

Well…love doesn’t  last forever
Sometimes we grow apart
Or death intervenes
To break a grieving heart
And love becomes a word
Too painful to endure
And we become immune
To its powerful allure

But if your heart is open
To the stirring in the snow
And you dig beneath the surface
To the earth where flowers grow
You will find a rose still blooming
As it did once long ago
Pluck it gently…hold it fast
For the love you find in winter
Like the rose…will truly last

When spring is gone
And love grows cold
Turn your face to the sun
For love is best as we grow old
And life’s battles have been won
Open your heart to love again
You’re life has just begun

Copyright© 2005 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

Copyright © Beatrice Boyle

Details | Light Poetry | |

The First Day of Spring

The First Day of Spring 
And snowflakes in the air
The birds do not sing
They think it so unfair

Walking seemed so nice
My dog is at my side
We hit a patch of ice
And fell on our backsides

The trees are all a'budding
The tulips pushing up
The snow is still a'coming
Had nature had enough?

The First Day of Spring
And snowflakes in the air
The birds do not sing
They think it so unfair

©Rick Zablocki 2013

Copyright © Rick Zablocki

Details | Free verse | |

Cold Fingers

I look out my window
No longer white and fluffy 
The snow has turned a sickly gray
Much like my mood towards this season of death
Tired of dark clouds and cold winds
The birds are wise to abandon this desolate place
I dream of sunshine and blue sky
Running barefoot across green grass
Smelling the fresh scent of spring breezes
Lazy days of summer accompanied by young lovers
For now I am a prisoner in a cold land
Wrapped in my blanket staring out at the gray
Nothing seems to warm the coldness that has invaded my soul
Old man winter has stolen another day 
I wait and I wait
Time seems to move in reverse
Is there any escape?
I go to my computer
Warm weather awaits me
Just a click a way
Visions of spring dance in my head
I can cheat on winter
Escape cold fingers
I can fly away to some exotic warm land
Run through Sun drenched waves
Drink umbrella drinks
I can follow those clever birds
I long for this escape
Just four hours away
I arrive at the airport bags in hand
Feeling oppromistic
Then comes a storm
Old man winter refuses to release his icy grip
I look out the airport window
The snow covered runway is pure white
All flights cancelled
A block of ice where my heart used to be
How I long for spring

Winter Be Gone Contest
Poem written January 27th for your contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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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

Copyright © Bob Quigley

Details | Rhyme | |

an Early Spring on the Coast

Back east its snowing, 
there's blizzards galore.
Here on the west coast 
we count our daffodils and more.

Its sunny, its bright,
Spring blooms all around.
While back in the east 
a winter wonderland is found.

We are blessed on the coast,
Canada's banana belt
and we hope for your sakes
the ice will soon melt.

We see the carnage
that winter has brought
to our eastern neighbours 
and we sympathize a lot.

But we can't help but gloat,
though its wrong we know,
as we bask in the sunshine
while you get, yet more snow.

Copyright © Francine Roberts

Details | Sonnet | |


The biting cold of  early March's  freeze
fell from the Arctic northlands down the main,
and froze to death the larks beneath the trees
then silently it crept the Kansas plain.

It slowed the pace of life to just a walk
for busy Texans on the Rio Grande
and failing citrus was the stuff of talk
until the blowing snow was close at hand;

they slipt and slid on farmways coated twice
unwilling to admit they didn't know
how one should drive a Lexus on this ice
or where-from blizzards come and where they go.

      The rattle snake is burrowed safe and deep
        the only place that's warm enough for sleep.
© ron wilson aka veebdosathe Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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As Winter Turns to Spring

As Winter Turns To Spring

The leaves were falling from the trees,
Twisting and turning in the breeze.
The autumn spell throughout the land,
Was giving winter a helping hand.

The squirrel was hiding food with care,
For there was the sting of the autumn air.
The fowl would soon begin their flight,
Southward to eat in the sun’s warm light.

The farmer’s work was almost done,
Hay in the shed, by the ton.
The north wind blew hard at night,
Bringing snow with the morning light.

Finally the snow covered the ground,
Rabbits began to scamper around.
Suddenly the forest became alive,
Stirring like the bees in a hive.

All the animals hunted for food,
The big black bear was in no mood.
His sleep was deep and very long,
He didn’t wake at the snow bird’s song.

The farmers hay stack faded away,
Soon there came a sunny day.
The snow vanished from the hills,
The robin’s song was heard in the fields.

Spring’s warm touch was very near,
In the distance one could hear.
Winters wind was fading away,
Waiting to strike another wintry day.

The leaves came, as did the birds,
The insects came like herds.
The farmer’s work began anew,
Up at sunrise until the fall of dew.

We’re truly lucky that we may see,
Autumn and winter, then the first little bee.
In flight from a flower to its hive,
It seems so happy to be alive.

©2008 Lynn B Glover

Copyright © Lynn Glover

Details | I do not know? | |


Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/

Copyright © Ilya Emelin

Details | Rhyme | |

Spring on the Prairie

Wind swept  prairie land
Across it's southern band
The buds of early spring
Bring new life to everything
The wind blows from the south
Melting snow at the rivers mouth
Grass turning from brown to green
The prairies a pretty scene
Crows arrive from their long flight
They  caw in the early morning light
The gentle falling rain
Melts the snow once again
the suns radiant rays
Shines brightly through the day
Spring has arrived once more
On the Sask. prairie floor.

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock

Details | Romanticism | |

The Day Snow Falls

Gone! It wasn't meant to be as it was.
I dare to wait another spring
Posing on my fence, gazing at the sunset
In a hope of salvation de love.
'Twas not another dusk,
A day when clouds casted silvery snowflakes
I stood under that Oak tree,
Yes, my face beaten by merciless winter chill
Yet My heart burns with desire.
Oh, where have you been my love? I seek for thee,
I ask passersby if they might notice the lady in blue coat!
No answer!
I waded across the biting stream, over the vales and meadows 
Shouting your name, only my echo answers.
I waited for another storm, praying for eternal bliss.
I give up though my love waits for another daffodils' bloom.
Let me be in peace, I forgive you.
I hear the cuckoo's welcome note.
Ah, spring at last. Dusk turn to dark, 
Breeze flutter the branches, the last snow falls.

Copyright © Elijah Uchiha-Chara

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Those cloud clad trees
of early spring, too soon do
cover earth with snow.

Copyright © Amelia Harmon

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Melting snows begin to fade
   As a newborn season arrives,
      Refreshing our lives grown dull.
         Cradled in green budding leaves,
            Hushed by the winds of spring.

Written on August 10th, 2015

My birthday is March 4th, 1983

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

Details | Haiku | |

Snow Spring

grey clouds bring large flakes                                                                               descend melting in moments                                                                                       the sides are sterling

Copyright © John Beam

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Snow Flakes and Easter Lilies

Snow flakes and Easter lilies scatter the ground
Winter time and Spring time seem to be having a round
Like a game of tug of war each side wants control
Today it was winter who wanted to rock n roll
Tomorrow maybe Spring time will give it a heave ho
Guess we won’t know till tomorrow though

Copyright © Janet Eaton

Details | Free verse | |

Let out the light

May the snows stop
and the rain cease…
May the winds take shelter
and let the sun birds sing. 
Let out the spring!
Let out the spring!
I want the flowers to bloom
and the sun to shine
Let out the light!
I want tulips and roses 
lily’s and daisy’s
Let out the birds and the bee’s
the monarchs and the daisy’s 
I want the snows and the rains
the long winds and dark days
To finally end.
Let out the light!
Let out the spring!


Copyright © Jessica Kuilan