Paul Schneiter Poet Rhyme

Mid-Seasons

It is February and the air still stings,
But stirrings of spring can be found.
Atop a telephone pole a bird sings,
And little things move in the ground.

It is a time that surely heralds hope
That the greyness will turn to green.
It is earth’s sweet, solemn note
Warmer, softer days will be seen.

Late snowstorms are water-laden
Bathing buds on bushes and trees.
Nature is an awakening maiden
With coy promises in every breeze.

This twixt-seasons time is a part
Of the ribbon that wraps up a year.
Learning to embrace it is an art
That keeps love of nature near.

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Ed Belcher February 24, 2015 at 6:01 PM Wow, what a lovely and vivid picture you paint here Paul. It flows so perfectly. You really nailed it! Paul Schneiter February 24, 2015 at 6:18 PM Thank you, Ed. Please know that I sincerely value and appreciate your warm, kind comment.

Barbara Gorelick February 19, 2015 at 6:36 PM Love this..my favorite of the poems Ive read today...BG Paul Schneiter February 19, 2015 at 8:36 PM Bless you, Barbara, for giving your blessing to my poem. I hold dear your kind and thoughtful words.

Jan Allison February 19, 2015 at 4:36 AM Absolutely charming Paul such wonderful vivid imagery - great write my leprechaun friend - you sure wove some magic into this write! Hugs jan xxx 7 xxx Jan Allison February 19, 2015 at 9:31 AM Its a 2 way process my dear sir leprechaun:-) Hugs Jan xx Paul Schneiter February 19, 2015 at 7:40 AM Thank you, Jan. Your charm and wit and talent and ever kind words make participating here a joy.

John Fleming February 19, 2015 at 2:53 AM Nice little poem, Paul...makes a nice start to my day! :) john. Paul Schneiter February 19, 2015 at 7:42 AM Please know that I appreciate your kind and encouraging comment, John. I hope all of your day is joyful.

Lindsay Laurie February 19, 2015 at 1:46 AM G'day Paul... Enjoyed this poem Paul. Mother Nature has her way of stopping us become bored. She enjoys making us hate her, love her, not trust her, and all the while knowing how much we need her. Thank you Paul - Lindsay Paul Schneiter February 19, 2015 at 7:59 AM Lindsay, Mother Nature is, indeed, full of surprises, which enhances the adventure of living. As always, I treasure your thoughtful and kind comments. Thank you.