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HEAVENLY HERALD

dainty daffodil your golden trumpet fanfares the dawning of spring 09~18~14 Published in Haiku Journal #33 by Prolific Press

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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THE OLD OAK TREE


         Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
         now! Just an autumn flutter.

                   For some; destine to fall
                   upon stony ground, a part
                   of life’s infernal gyration.
                   Yet for those that fall
                   within your reach, to live
                   on within your soul!

         While limbs that stretch
         towards the solstice, create
         vivacious veins as channels of hope,
         a pledge of foliation continues
         to endure what spring has
         furnished; autumn expires. 

                   Yes! If we can but learn
                   from nature’s complex simplicity,
                   that life be of a cycle
                   from the seed we are conceived,
                   then let spring be my beginning
                   winter my exultant eve!

         Let our two cultures
         merge as one, the
         decomposed humus
         to become the sustenance;
         our transfusion the
         new beginning.

                   Let us breathe the
                   fragrance of born again;
                   let each slender limb,
                   stout body bear our
                   tenaciousness, each lyrical
                   leaf our life’s blood.

          Let us mollycoddle each
          precious tear that falls from a
          angry sky; dance gracefully
          upon the wind, embrace
          on moonless nights, bathe
           in summer madness.

                   Let us hear the bluebell call,
                   the daffodil pray, the apple
                   blossom bear witness; the
                   clamour of the field mouse
                   the pitapat of the butterfly
                   the silence of lovers in love.

             Let us be sanctuary to the
             symbolic songstress, scuttling
             squirrel, vulgar urchin;
             a fortress for the warrior
             a haven for the pacifist
             an inspiration for the poet!

 EPILOGUE 

                  The call of springtime
                   we will invoke,
                     logging representative
                      we will gladly choke;
                        nature’s guardian.
                          “This! Obliging old oak.”

Copyright Harry J Horsman 2000


        

         







Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010


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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.

Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2012


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Equinox

As the weather softly turns
Beckoning in the Equinox
Clusters of colourful bulbs
Dance and sway in the breeze
Eagles swoop up on thermals
Flying high until they are specks
Golden feathers gleaming amid
Heather glowing white on the hills
Indigo skies with puffy clouds
Jutting into various shapes
Kale drift by lazily snapping flies
Luscious grasses adorn the meadows
Mushrooms appear nestled under trees
Nightingales sweetly sing in Spring
Osprey dive deep for fish
Plunging in time and again
Quaint old fashioned flowers 
Radiant with rainbow colours
Spread rampant in the beds
Tulips dip and bow in greeting
Under the hosta's a dormouse lives
Velvet nose twitching the air
Watching out for birds of prey
Xanado bathed in sunshine highlights
Yellow buttercups which coat the ground as 
Zenith of Spring soon now will fade away.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015


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A Bed of Pink Petals

One April day when spring was in the air,
I stepped outside so I might relish it.
I came upon a cherry tree so fair,
beneath its limbs I was enticed to sit.

I fell to sleep inhaling fragrant bliss -
the vision of the tree still in my brain.
I dreamed one sweet, pink petal, like a kiss,
fell on my cheek, and soon there was a rain. . . 

A rain of lovely silken blossoms! Then
they softly made a pile upon the ground.
Warm wind embraced me; that’s the moment when 
I woke to pink resplendence all around!

Upon a bed of petals I then lay.
Inside a dream I had no need to stay!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013


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Spring Fever

’Tis Spring (this is the real title, which I am unable to post this way in the title heading) Rejuvenate! ’Tis spring. Cruel winter’s lost its cling. We wake across this earth To welcome its rebirth. Give praise and with a joyful voice sing. ’Tis time of spring. Rejoice! Reverence with glad noise. In flowered meadows meet To dance with merry feet. Bring lutes, flutes, drums and resonant voice. Reflect. Again. . . ’tis spring. Robin’s on the wing. Lean upon a fruited tree. Hear the drone of honeybee. Breathe the bloom of lovely lilac sprig. ’Tis time. Reconcile. Greet each creature with a smile. As Christ for us bled tears To banish our worst fears, See everyone as God’s dear child. ’Tis season to re-grow. Heed nature’s lead below. Each gift you have to nourish Must be shared to flourish. Replenish bounties God did you bestow.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014


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SPRING

Stunning spring is my favourite season She swirls her skirts and drapes the garden in her finest clothes Dressing the naked winter trees and bushes with bright brilliant foliage Spring showers us with confetti of pink cherry blossom petals in the warm breeze Gently opening the eyes of the snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils They crane their necks from the melting snow and smile sweetly Creating colour and scent in our glorious gardens 01-02-15 Shadow Hamilton - Seasons Poetry Contest ~awarded 1st place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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SPRING FORWARD

In spring time fresh flowers are rising New lambs in the fields – not surprising In every hedgerow and tree Lush beauty will surround me It’s heaven; there is no disguising 02~16~15 Contest: Spring Forward -Debbie Guzzi Syllables checked 9 9 7 7 9

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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The Wealth of Spring

Assorted spring flowers, naked, rise in morning sun
Breaking through a thin blanket of snow, earth spun.
Cascades of dainty Narcissus smile with golden faces
Drinking up the sun as morning warmth embraces.
Enjoy the heavenly floral scent that gardens bring.
Fledglings high in tree nests sense that it is spring. 
Growing fast they will soon gain courage to take flight,
Hovering low over canopies, it is their birthright!
Irises spring forth in hopes to match the sky
Just as daffodils claim the colors of sun’s eye.
Keep the cherry blossom's imprint in your mind
Leaving memories of pink poetic petals that you find.
Moments spent in this season’s refreshing rain 
Nurture and inspire a poet’s muse again.
Only spring can coax the lovely lilac’s bloom
Perfuming breezes, singing springtime’s tune.
Quaint bird houses dot the country lanes 
Rewarding visions viewed through window panes.
Spring reclaims our joyful mood as winter ends,
Treating us to vivid colors this season sends.
Uncloaking animals in snowy hibernation,
Verdant becomes the blessings of vegetation.
Wealth is seen in all the colors of sweet spring
Xylogenous creatures in forests are welcoming.
Yellowthroat warblers singing in trees greet melting snow.
Zephyr’s enchant, as they scatter blossoms down below.

© Connie Marcum Wong

February 21, 2015
Abecedarian - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015


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WOODLAND WONDERLAND - VISUAL 6

Spring heralds the dawning of brilliant bluebells carpeting the woods Silently they slept until the warm sun rouses them from slumber Gently they open their eyes, stretch and bask in nature’s glory 01~29~15 Contest Glorious Sijo Fields – Andrea Dietrich How Many Syllables - Count 16, 16, 15 – total 47 ~awarded 5th place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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The Butterflies Dance - Whitney

 
~The Butterflies Dance~ (A Double Whitney) The sun is so warm and nice there is cheer everywhere cause spring has sprung one more time and winter so cold is now gone. The robins have returned and the hibiscus and the roses bloom again to my delight Now I see butterflies dance. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015


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In A Grownup's Dream

Apple blossoms flutter in the breeze.  Awakening,
Barefoot to the brook we go, brightly scampering,
Counting caterpillars discovered on our way -
Daffodil and daisy picking this delightful day.

Enjoying the earth’s rebirth, revitalized are we!
Free, like foals we frolic through the fields with energy.
Green surrounds us; onto grass gratefully we fall.
Happy to have found this heaven, on a hill we sprawl.

Invigorated by our rest, in a little while,
Joyously we jump right up; we only have a mile. . .
Knowing  we are getting close, faster now we run,
Leaping over lilies lying lush beneath the sun.

Myriads of other meadow flowers now appear.
Nature’s hidden splendor is getting very near.
Over by an old oak tree, it’s coming into view!
Picture perfect, it presents a pure and pleasant hue.

Quickly we approach it, without a single qualm.
Refreshingly it beckons us; our romp disturbs its calm.
Suddenly we’re splashing , and later we will seek
Tadpoles that are teeming in this, our secret creek.

Until the sun has disappeared in the April sky,
Vibrant crimson will have spilled through clouds. We say goodbye
With great reluctance to our brook, which has been for us
Xanadu!  But now the warmth of home awaits us. Thus. . . 

Youthful frolicking is finished. We have left the stream.
Zestful romps I may revisit in a grownup’s dream.

Written 2/21/15 for the spring theme
 Abecedarian Poetry Contest of Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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Ode to spring

The light breaks free from winter’s bone
to cast its warmth; to life atone,

to warm the dark; to thaw the chill,
to synthesize through chlorophyll,
a dormant seed to resurrect,
and coax a soul from introspect.

Awake! And breathe the wafting spice
of lilac buds and wild rice,
the lavender; the orange puccoon,
the sweet of honeysuckle bloom.

An overture, the sparrows sing,
to celebrate the oeuvre of spring;
while wind and weeping willow dance
to promises of new romance.

Come alive! Draw in your breath,
let winter die a noble death.
The seeds of yesterday are strewn;
it does not do to weep and croon.

If you seek, so shall you find,
as true for darkness as divine.

Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2015


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Any Old Poem Contest: echoes and whispers uncut

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.

touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

in the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of life.

the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody

 of echoes and whispers – uncut.

Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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Spring

Nature's wake from sleep Life flirts with beauty a time for flowers to flaunt

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016


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Spring

Let laughter ring, for here comes Spring. With warbling birds we gaily sing. As wizened Winter turns and goes, March promptly puffs her cheeks and blows! The Old Man’s gone. . . we’re rollicking when next comes April frolicking behind spry March. Her visage glows. Let laughter ring. Then Spring a climax sweet will bring. There at the Maypole, in a ring, are fetching maids in pretty clothes. And bounteous the sun now grows as June appears; . . Spring’s had her fling. Let laughter ring! Jan. 4, 2014 (Here comes Spring: I know , I know, wishful thinking!!)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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Mileage on My Heart

The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread
I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Recycled emotions are undesirable

I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
Recycled emotions are undesirable
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame

My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
What happened to those days? You were my special man
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan

What happened to those days? You were my special man
Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink

Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink
The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread


By Carolyn Devonshire
For Paula Swanson’s “Pantoum” contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010


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At Winter's End

At winter’s end, sweet hope begins to swell until it fills the earth. Forlornness fades; renewal wins at winter’s end! Sweet hope begins to scatter seeds that blossom mirth as sun looks down at us and grins! At winter’s end, sweet hope begins to swell until it fills the earth.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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Haiku 57 about the rose

wings flutter on a moist petal rose nectar

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014


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1 Cherry blossom haiku

Sakura breathing...
along an old stone footpath
children are laughing

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013


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SPRING

                   SPRING


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 -
alight
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.


1/2/2015
submitted to Seasons – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015


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I Dreamed a Butterfly

I dreamed a butterfly in golden days when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze. It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring. My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing. In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays. On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze, and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze, my love and I, as April had her fling. I dreamed a butterfly. Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase, and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze. As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting - and all the lovely plans we made took wing, leaving mere memories of golden days. I dreamed a butterfly. 2/21/13

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013


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Morning Mist

The mist swirls through the deep vale
shifting slowly and giving glimpses
of the lush vegetation and flowers.
Slowly it dissipates in dawn's sunlight.

Teasing as it lazily drifts 
showing for a brief second
a colourful bank rife with flowers.
Then blankets it from sight.

As the day warms up
it appears to thicken
then yield oh so slowly.
Wisps of mist now fading.

Before our eyes lies
startling beauty.
Nature's riches displayed
a wealth of orange and yellow.

Pinks, purples and blues vie
each more beautiful
and lavish green trees
gently shade the saplings.

The Treasure of Nature's Canvas
is now stretched out before us
while the birds happily sing
as they rush to build their nests.

Insects buzz with joy as they collect
the pollen and nectar from flowers.
In this new spring day
life itself is reaffirmed. 

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 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
1/11/2015

For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015


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Spring Forward

Spring Forward


A helical "Slinky" type coil
Compresses or springs without toil,
It’s spiral at times,
Or stretched to the nines...
Like worms that are happy in soil!

Beneath or on top of the ground,
They stretch, but so often lie wound,
Their tunnels air earth
To make healthy dirt
And seedlings are glad they’re around!


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: Spring Forward
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 03/09/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015