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Details | Alliteration | |

Spring's wisp

Softly,
Spring’s wisp
strolls tenderly

Sullen,
slowly moving,
singing songs of:

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

Sadly,
Spring’s snow
Slowly prods
Spring’s wisp

Surreptitiously,  
Spring’s wisp aches for;
Spring’s strip


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Wooden window , traditional 5-7-5

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


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Wildflowers

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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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


Details | Alliteration | |

Springtime Alliteration

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


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.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

quaternity

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


Details | Free verse | |

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"


Details | Couplet | |

Early Spring

*A Collaboration

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

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

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

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


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


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A Bouquet For All Seasons

Seems appropriate in January, when the snow has yet to stop That the flower of the month would be a lovely white Snowdrop Then when February comes, we've still frost on our nose But not so much that we can't smell the fragrance of Primrose In March we're all waiting to hear the spring birds trill And up through the snow there pops the Yellow Daffodil Next April showers welcome spring and we begin to see New life out in the garden with the delicate Sweet Pea The Lilly of the Valley represents the month of May With tiny little blossoms, like white pearls on display The summers now upon us and in June the garden grows The princess of all flowers, the beautiful Cream Rose July, full of sunshine,warms the waters of the ponds Smiling on the Waterlily's, with their graceful fronds In August as in Flanders fields, we see the Poppies grow Showing off their colors, letting their beauty show Mine is the Deep Blue Aster, in September I arrived And though the days are cooler now, it's blossoms have survived Cosmos are for October, harbingers of fall But with their fragrant blossoms, warmer days recall And what would be November without the hardy Mum Unlike the other flowers, to winter won't succumb And finally in December with shiny leaves of green Holly brightens up our days, hail to winters queen


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SOUTH TEXAS BLIZZARD

.     SOUTH TEXAS BLIZZARD
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


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?
Yes
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.


Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

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/


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!
                                                                    

                                                        1/14/2013


Details | Haiku | |

Snow Spring

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Moods

The snow sifts down on my wintry world
And covers all with white;
I see it through the window now,
Unspotted, sparkling, bright.
No one has marred its pearly face
With tracks of brown and gray;
It saddens me to think that soon
Someone may need to pass this way.

Pretty flower faces,
Please come peeping through the snow.
Show us your lovely graces,
Your satins and your laces;
Let old man winter know he has to go.
It is time he did his packing,
His ice and snow quit flashing;
It is time he left and let spring breezes blow.


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


Details | Light Poetry | |

Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
 
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove


Details | Rhyme | |

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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Winter

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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Late April Scene

It is near end of April
looking out on the fells
around the Lakeland countryside
the beauty fills one with yells

The tips of the hills
are clearly coloured white
amazing to see this
as our eyes shows this sight

For this is indeed
wonderful to behold
not to be expected
in this scene so cold

But spring will surely come
to burst through this landscape
bringing in light and colour
powerfully moulding it's shape

poetgord@2013


Details | Ode | |

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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NATURES BELL

                                       Angels in the snow sing their last song
                                        You can hear it trickle as nature's bell
                                        Angels in the snow is traveling home


Details | Light Poetry | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Signs Of Spring

When you walk you can hear the sounds of spring,
The beautiful songbirds chirping their song,

The snow begins to thaw, eventually melting,
The sidewalks clean and easy to walk on.

The sun shines beautifully and the clouds fade away,
The air warms, and you know spring is coming.

I look forward to spring again, the snowdrops and crocuses start to appear,
The snow allowing them to make an appearance.

The vacant trees whose branches are gnarled and uneven,
Buds begin to appear and you know the leaves wiil unravel slowly.

Milder weather is here and you transcend to clothing that is comfortable and warm,
Spring brings hope and happiness to us all, god's blessing.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz



Details | Rhyme | |

cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die


Details | Quatrain | |

THE PURPLE SPRING CROCUS - A CHRISTMAS STORY

Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?


And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age." 


Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.


There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair: 
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.
 

When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without wings...to leave that flower in the bitter cold? 
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?  





Details | Haiku | |

Hibernate

March blizzard blindside
Endless creeping stalagmites
Bears late to the feast


Details | Monoku | |

Broken Monoku

Mountains flow tears
                      As spring snows dissipate


11.30.2014
Contest: One Broken Monoku


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

THE FOUR QUEENS

The Spring Queen....... 
Delicate blooms 
Fresh and new 
Emerging colour too 

Her dress..... 
The colour of new green, 
finished off in blue 
Edged in snow drops 
They follow her too 

A walk through the trees 
The lightest touch of her hand 
and the leaves come forth 
Banishing the winds from the north 
That special bond... 
With spring honey bees 
The colour................ 
All from the Spring Queen's wand 

A crown wrought from gold, 
set on flaxen hair 
Set with jewels and leaves 
The colour to unfold 
Such magic the wand weaves 

Spring Queen......... 
budding colours........ 
to be seen 
Fresh and green 

Spring Queen,  touching summers day 
The full blossom 
Summer Queen 
Tumultous green 
The colour at play 

The summer flowers 
The colour glows 
The Summer Queen walks through 
Forests and meadows 
The colour changing too 

Summer queens' crown 
Finest gold............ 
Bejewelled in flowers 
A caress of hand............... 
Petalled land.... 
All around 

Dense leaves 
of forest green 
Gild the brocade....... 
of the Summer Queen 

Summer beginning to fade 
Autumn coming............. 
Autumn Queen, 
sweeping through the glade 

Leaves turning, 
the sun , no longer burning 
Rich orange and red 
Yellows and browns too 
Colour changing, 
with Autumn's tread 

Shades of brown and red......... 
on her cape 
The leaves begin to fall....... 
With a toss of her head 
She makes her way to the hall 

The quiet rustle....... 
Of Autumn....... 
On her bustle 
The colour to fall............. 
As she walks to the castle wall 

Her crown of bronze...... 
and turning leaves 
Scattered trail........... 
To the hall 
Welcoming hail 
The end of Autumn 
The Autumn Queen grieves 

The passing of... 
The wand so... 
North wind.......... 
The first winter snow 

Winter crown.......... 
of the Winter Queen 
Platinum and fox fur......... 
The finest seen....... 

The wand changing too...... 
Once bronze....... 
Now blue, 
chased with silver..... 
The stars flew 

Quiet fall of snow......... 
From the north wind 
So long ago........... 
Lost reasons.......... 
The changing seasons 

The four Queens 
Within......... 
Natures ring..... 
Natures call 
The castle wall......... 
The wand that binds them all