In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.
For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.
At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.
Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.
When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.
A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.
So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.
The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.
In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.
A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2009
Tickled with wet prisms
Cocooned with the dead head of trees
Synchronized in natures rhythms
Her skin dancing with shadows in a breeze
Good morning Misses Sun
Inhaling the exhalants of the plants
Worries has she? None.
In spring showers she does gallivant.
After noon parade of Clouds
What stories in shapes do you bring me?
I see you’re not in lack of drought
I do love the song of thunder you sing me
So soon Mister Moon
I’m ready for the spotlight summons
Rolling in your dark doom
The now dry sky cries diamonds
How I love the day
How I love the Night
More than I can ever say
Mmm Whispers of the light.
Copyright © B. Maxine Revolution | Year Posted 2014
Cool caress gone.
In memories of snow
I remember my Love of you.
Diamonds falling from a soft gray sky.
A virgin wonderland was there.
We sat warm by the fire
As winter sang,
How it does sing.
New life is born again.
From Winter's rest much comes to life.
The joy of our heart's desiring does sing
Into the coming of Springs' fire.
they are displayed,
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
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.
Copyright © Jasmin Shear | Year Posted 2005
On this day, the light declares victory
The Sun’s unrelenting march
From its Stygian, icy fortress
Has at last dethroned the indolent dark
The pendulum swings into the black
The metronome ticks maddeningly faster
Life, the sleep sand wiped out of its eyes,
In love again in its giddy mania
Emerald mother unfurls to embrace
The fertile seed of the victorious Sun
A hint of pollen with each breath beckons, as
The world spins dizzyingly towards its fevered peak.
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
Spring hastens with praise to gift me blessings
of sunlit stories and passion in beams.
Cold winter winds rise on raven’s bruised wings
circling high above lush valleys of dreams.
The morning skies birth sights of indigo;
then afternoon shines bright in cobalt blue
till late sun dips low tied in sapphire bows.
Lost childhood mirth stills with ebony hues.
Spring days please save me golden strands of light
to reminisce when I am older still.
One more hour of precious rays 'fore night
to drive away the clinging winter chill.
I’ll wish for sky's daystar to save a dance,
then hold me close in warmth of springtime’s trance.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
Wooden window creaks -
Tree branch swing hanging lowly
Peeking sun thaws snow
Copyright © David Graham | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
along the roadside
the melting snow lays in clumps
I breathe in fresh air
walking towards a new Spring
the warm sun beckons me on
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2014
Notice thou not the filling of the branches,
Green leaves and colored petals teeming with life,
As winter departs and springtime advances
Announced carefree aloft by birds with no strife
In high pitched melodies, like Soldier and fife.
From the hammocks of springtime all is quite well,
With showers and sunlight new life doth now spring
As bees pollinate and sleep doth befell,
And gentle breezes give sway to lovers who swing
Like the cadence of a bride, to bouquet she doth cling.
Notice thou not the filling of the branches
Winter's harsh beating winds now replaced,
By watercolors splashed across sky's canvas
Overlooking butterflies and love scenes chaste
Old Man Winter has departed, his chill now displaced.
Writen 4/16/2014 for the, "A Spring Day in English Quintain"Poetry contest.
Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014
It's been dull and dreary for months on end.
The chill of winter is lingering long,
Invading my bones and disturbing my mind.
How I wish this season would hurry along.
Waking this morning I glanced out my window,
Expecting more snow, more clouds, more gray.
But to my surprise and immense delight,
Golden sunlight is in full display!
Here comes the sun in all of its glory,
To warm up the earth and begin its rebirth.
The ice will soon melt and nature awaken,
With colorful flora sprouting up from the earth.
Here comes the sun, see it rise in the east,
Feel its warmth on your face at midday.
Winter's sojourn is coming to an end.
Hallelujah! Spring is on the way.
For Heather Ober's Beatlemania contest
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013
Just like old times there's her familiar features
Peeking shyly up from the snow-clad earth,
Hair adorned with circlet of dainty flowers.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015
The sun shone brightly at last
On this breezy spring day
A black cat stalked a yellow bird in play,
As he stepped lightly across the fields of grass
Covered with dew , Alarmed , the bird flew
Leaving the cat with nothing to do
The sun shone brightly
on this breezy spring day
As the mouse appeared suddenly
through the field of grass
And once again the cat turned to play
Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012
The dark green forests cover the earth with pine , straight and tall , all in a line
Fragrant and soft ,quiet and clean
Gentle giants grow in all sizes, sacred and true, waiting to be seen
The wind stirs through branches and whispers its quick goodbyes ,
While making music that gently soothes the soul
Of one who lies with in my fragrant cocoon, seeking replies
My carpets of needles, warm and sweet, quiet my step and cover my feet
The chickadees, black capped and white, fly to my side
One by one they stop and say hi ,As they pass merrily by
Raccoons, squirrels, rabbits and owls ,gossiped and chattered and told all they knew
And the pine smiles and sings to hear all the news
Their tracks are scattered everywhere ; dotted or round, a pattern or two, give a puzzle, a clue as to what they have been up to
My scent carries in the breeze ,sparkling and green , pungent and clean
The sun beats down , strong and warm ,true to form, it gives me life and keeps me warm
The wind bends and sways my boughs, and I whisper of coolness and dew
The rains splash gentle and sweet to feed my soul and nourish my retreat
For any who listen to hear my silent heartbeat
In our magnificent wilderness home, deep and calm, where our waters run pure and we cant be found
We live whole through all the seasons and for every action we have a reason
All summer long I grow nuts and cones to feed all my friends
I will replenish the earth , nor do I waste, for all I have I lend
In winter, I lay refreshed , sparkling and white, covered in blankets of snow
As I sit and doze I hear the earth speak in tones very low,
She calls and I listen ,sleep, sleep for I am here
Protecting watching caring for all, in things that I do
I gather myself in her darkest womb awaiting the way, that first warm spring day
It is spring and my blood runs strong, make more of me it calls, as I grow big and strong
Awake, awake for it is my time again , the sun ,wind , rain, and tiny feet
To gently sit and play all day long
In the sun and rain silently watching waiting all day long
Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012
...and through the morning clouds
rays of sunshine show,
flashing off the tulips,
setting their colours aglow.
Daffodils point their faces
toward the sunlight beams
on this tranquil morning
as dew on petal gleams.
Welcome is the Spring,
now that Winter's passed,
for this season of rebirth
flies away so fast.
My garden, newly planted,
in colours radiant and true,
is Nature's blessed therapy
as I enjoy the view.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2015
Sunward tilts the Earth;
steals away last shade of spring–
~ Harley White
< June 20, 2014 ~ haiku >
Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2015
Longer days are here
Robins have arrived with glee
Shades of green arise!
Copyright © Willow Lawrence | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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!
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
Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013
Love was as hot as a red moon.
Passion was on fire and was soothed.
A total lunar eclipse occurred on April 15.
The moon was coopery red.
The warmth of her blood was astrologically aligned.
Mother Earth was with her Sun God.
She stood majestically in his eyes.
The core of his being was a deep arousal of desire.
Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Sought the Red Moon via telescope,
a ritualized ceremony.
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Contest Name: RED MOON
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
The Tree and I
I met a tree today while walking under cloud ridden skies. She was a young oak past her sapling age. Her bare branches, still in winters hold, stood stark against an evergreen backdrop. I felt her loneliness seep into my being, so I slipped over and gave her a hug. I whispered to her, “I know lonely too”, and heard an audible sigh within her wind swept branches.
a young oak
stands bare in winter's keeping---
brown carpeted ground
After a length of time, undetermined, I slid to the ground and leaned against her trunk. I was content to keep her company for a short time on such a dreary day. Nowhere else did I need to be. No one else did I need to see. So, I leaned my head gently against her rough bark and as we both shared a quiet moment of contemplations.
a woman sits
at the base of a tree---
cloud laden sky
Eventually I felt the cold and damp seeping into my skin and I shivered. The young oak felt this and spoke to the breeze in her highest limbs. She asked it to blow the clouds from the face of the sun so that we could both enjoy the warm rays… and so it was that we were both sun kissed on this early morning day.
away from the sun---
a girl smiles
This soon became a daily ritual, loneliness drifting away with each visit. She listened to me, as I listened to her, and time flew more quickly by. Spring arrived before we knew it as the young oak beamed with her new buds. It seemed our visits now became less lonely, filled as we were with the awakening of Mother Earth.
on a young oak---
I shared with her and her with me, throughout the winter’s days. We laughed together and wept together during the longest of lackluster days. A friendship formed of kindred spirits that helped chase the blues away. With spring’s awakening, our confidence gaining, we rejoice in the birth of each new day.
returns to the lawn---
All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Form: haibun (mixture of prose and haiku)
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013
The sun dances around
Smiling brightly down at earth
Spring is here at last!
The sun’s hands reach down
After a cold winter
Buds and flowers open up
Looking at the sky with gratitude
The trees wave their branches
Saying thank you to the sun
They all agree,
Spring is their favorite season
Copyright © Peyton Burnette | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
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.
Copyright © Matthew Frazier | Year Posted 2014
The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.
Copyright © stacey law | Year Posted 2013
It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping ! In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder
The rain might start!!!!!
Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law
Copyright © stacey law | Year Posted 2013
The warmth of spring will soon ring out
of life brought forth anew.
Each barren tree and hill now dark
as pewter, green and true.
From warmer climes the migrant birds
fly north and seek to nest.
They mate co-joined in nature's maze
and parent to their best.
The myriad of earthly life
produce offspring in time.
Those witnessing this grand display
see life rich and sublime.
Warm rains enrich the soil and fill
each river, lake, and pond.
The waters fuse with elements
as brave, new life is spawned.
Spring winds from gust to zephyr flow
across this sphere's broad face.
The earth and sky sing out of growth
and shine with verdant grace.
As souls we often opine of
the seasons which is best.
When our sun climbs high in its arc
all life on earth is blessed.
Spring Rings Out
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
Paint me a day
with lemon squeezed yellow
Lime green meadows
beneath bluebell skies mellow
Brush in the shoots
of daffodils sunny blooms
for a robins red belly plumes
Stroke in this scene
daisies white with sunny smiles
altering this trial
of winter’s cold, but for awhile
© Debra Squyres 2/3/14
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013