your golden trumpet fanfares
the dawning of spring
Published in Haiku Journal #33 by Prolific Press
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread their new wings and fly
Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze
Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers
Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze!
They will pollinate blooms for many hours
Young lambs gamboling around in the fields
Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue
I love the spring season where nature yields
Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you
Spring brings rejuvenation to our land
The vibrant countryside looks very grand
14 lines 10 syllables per line
Checked with how many syllables
N B How many syllables shows 'doesn't' as 1 syllable. the soup counter shows it as 2... so I have changed it to 'does not' but will amend it after the contest.
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart made of ice
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose
Author: Elaine George
* Note: This poem is a Personification as well as a triple Fibonacci
Brian Strand's 'Image Contest': First Place
John Heck's '12-in-one' Contest: First Place
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008
Nature's wake from sleep
Life flirts with beauty
a time for flowers to flaunt
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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
Contest Glorious Sijo Fields – Andrea Dietrich
How Many Syllables - Count 16, 16, 15 – total 47
~awarded 5th place~
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Sighing softly, a gentle breeze,
dances amid my clothes line.
Sweet the scent, refreshing tease,
as sheets, its hug entwines.
This night, on Spring, I shall recline.
For the contest: English Quintain, A Spring Day
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2012
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 -
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
For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
Springtime paints such a delightful scene
Cute lambs gambol in the fields so green
Warm winds whisper through the leafy trees
Blossoms float down on a swirling breeze
Daffodils daintily dance and shake their heads
Bringing bright yellow sunshine to our flowerbeds
3rd February 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with spring lambs
Gamboling about with their friends.
Hyacinths sensational scent fills the air
I simply love this time of year
Just bursting with new life
Knowing that spring is finally here
Lightens my spirits and
Makes me smile
Nesting birds collect food for fledglings
Only pausing for tiny breaks. They are
Perfect parents who work tirelessly
Quietly and lovingly
Raising their beautiful brood who are
Soon to leave the nest
Trees become dressed in gorgeous green
Until they are fully clothed
Verdant vegetation covers the land
With new crops growing
Xanthic coloured daffodils
Yearn for spring sunshine and merrily they
Zigzag in the warm winds
Contest Abecedarian - Shadow Hamilton
~awarded 3rd place~
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
April's mist has filtered the early sunrise,
Meadows spread their blankets of colored rainbows
Newborn lambs have nestled in clover cradles,
christened by dewdrops
By Carrie 3/17/15
For Craig's Contest: Sapphic Stanza Number Three
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
spring rain overnight
dragging winter's chill...
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2016
sun shines through the clouds
peeping through the thawing soil
one single snowdrop
Contest judged on 13th May - received N/A
Submitted to second chance 2 sponsored by Eve Roper
Traditional haiku 5/7/5
28th April 2016
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Cherry Blossoms Bloom
Resplendently dressed in Pink
Seducing the Spring
They release their sweet fragrance
Pirouette and twirl
Music from the breeze
With limbs so graceful swaying
Blushing and bowing
Time of renewal
A fleeting symbol of life
In two weeks farewell
Celebration of nature
Next spring awaits you
I hope that in this set of Haiku, I've managed to convey the traditional importance of the Cherry Blossom Season in Japan.
Cherry blossoms are the symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal and the fleeting nature of life. Their life span is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall.
I liken these flowers to the beautiful Heavenly elusive Muses, the daughters of Zeus.
The awesomeness of the natural beauty of Japan is continued in the my poem and arrangement - 'A Rose by any other name ---'
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
It’s the season when the countryside is renewed
When a kaleidoscope of colours can be viewed
Wearing emerald skirts, here comes stunning spring
Hark! You can almost hear the lovely bluebells ring!
Pretty pink blossom dresses the Sakura trees
It will fall like confetti on the zephyr breeze
Daffodils raise their sleepy heads in a blaze of gold
Colourful crocuses and irises are a joy to behold
Lambs gambol around in the lush green fields
I adore the stunning beauty that spring time yields
03 15 17
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
The evening is set out before me
on the threshold of night,
the hazy lights teeming
and glazed, webby-cold ----
bright with a white-haired curiosity;
What good honesty can bring,
observing reckonings and episodes
of spring stretching into the sky,
and many a mile on they who walk by,
Of faces rosy-red with frosty wiles;
wild eyes of winter,
(who stop for awhile)
They are gone, these frozen months,
the long cold sleep....
the chilled sheets,
heat with rebirth, melted snow neath
grins with spring;
glazed pines, tinkling water drains....
the sun soothes nearer its smile
The forests are roaring with song on the wind,
And all things warm with renewal,
stretching into the sheet of the sky....
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
Days and nights of hibernation
within the clapboard walls,
winter winds have eased
and only the sound of rain peals
upon the storm glass panes.
The desire to go out, to run, to scream
is strong, yet, on the rain taps a tarantella.
The parting soil unbound from icy grasp
permits the spear of crocus and of daffodil
and though the rain drones
an accompaniment with the clock
sleep does not come.
Knots of lassitude untwine
as child-like upon the open porch I stand
reaching upturned palm into the falling rain
watching as it strokes the waking ground.
Cleansed are we all by sky and rain and wind
rain on, bless the ground, let Spring begin.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
Nature says create and rejuvenate.
Beasts cooperate and repopulate.
Sun’s rays dominate; showers saturate!
Blooms that fascinate soon accumulate.
Bees don’t hesitate to participate
as they pollinate. Isn’t springtime great!
Written April 28, 2017
for John Hamilton's Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2 Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
MAY SHE COMES
May she comes, quite boisterous, and so loud.
She melts the frost to orbs of liquid dew.
From dark of moon returned to full and proud,
and waxes bees and moon in breath she drew.
Centaurus follows May with eyes of night,
while pressing Crux and Virgo into play.
She'll gather breeze and scent within her flight,
and tuck their luscious song in her bouquet.
May comes wooing with her amorous hook,
and kisses deep and laughs at each and all.
In lustful flirt she holds us with one look,
and we're in love with May until the Fall.
May she comes, dressed emerald in French lace,
Sultry, yet always innocent and chaste.
By Edlynn Nau
© May 1, 2016
Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016
In a silent beckoning
From the hearts loving call
Where a simple day of beauty falls
A white rose opens
So pure so free
And wings of love
Take flight beyond
To drift so free
Each delicate petal
Of silken love
In wind blown dream
Where painted gardens
In rainbow mist
A loving kiss
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
below the boughs...
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013
The March madness ends
I am just an April fool
looking for sunshine
Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009
the ice breaks-
Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013
from blossoms to bees
nectar drips from swollen lips
kissing the morning
Copyright © 2009 By Caryl S. Muzzey
6th place In
Poetry Soup's Contest
Nineth Place Winner ~ "One Of Your Favz-1-8 Lines!!! Old Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Praise
Aug. 1, 2013
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2009
S - P - R - I - N - G
Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired,
his grip weakening, he breathes his last.
The frowning skies finally crumble fast
revealing downy blue clouds that waltz
The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall
touching, caressing but melting adagio
the white icy coats among branches...
The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves
then upon naked arms of trees curls
the color green trembling with symptoms of spring.
Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums.
Evergreen trees duet as they whistle
to calm tunes of nippy breeze.
All around a choir blushing fountain hues
of brown, red, pink and yellow.
Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost
now stands. They burst with grins and jolts--
like squirrels bouncing up and down.
Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by!
Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps--
running dry with the heat rising slow on air.
It stirs sweet liquid pearls
to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells.
Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar...
Lured, they dance on merry-go-round
in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine.
Coats and boots all pack and rolled away,
chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair
as little children prance to do some plays.
POEM OF THE DAY -- JANUARY 07, 2015
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Seasons
06:49 pm, January 01, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
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
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
The crocus first peers from beneath cold earth
Finding warm air and sunshine o’er the snow
Magnificent colors paint hearts with mirth
As in full swing lovers’ great passions grow
Most women associate love with spring
Though young men’s thoughts turn to baseball diamonds
While children fly kites that take gentle wing
As snowbirds return from tropic islands
How blessed we are to breathe that fresh air
One more spring in the calendar of life
When lilacs fill gardens with lavender flare
Vows uttered as man makes woman his wife
Their first child’s birth arrives the next April
Just months after grandma’s been laid to rest
Seasons like ages approach ever graceful
As robins watch offspring fly from the nest
For PD's "Spring" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
school is out soon,
happy tired children,
the smell of flowers,
fresh spring rain,
first mowed grass,
just a few of my favorite things!
Copyright © karen croft | Year Posted 2012
Acres of lush emerald meadows
burst forth from pregnant earth,
creating the perfect background for a
dazzling array of wildflowers.
Expectant mothers of beast and fowl
fill the countryside with new
generations, eager to find their way.
Honeybees and hummingbirds
in frenzied competition for sweet nectar.
Jasmine and gardenia blossoms
kindle their senses with a
lustful, pungent fragrance.
Mares, folding new colts,
nudgeing them gently up
on quivering, spindly legs.
Ponds give travel to ducklings following in the
quake of proud mamas.
Rainbow trout rush upstream to
spawn, before laying eggs in lazy pools.
Throughout floral scented air,
unfettered birds soar freely,
voicing a revival of hope and joy.
Whimsical butterflies take a rest on
xylem, between aireal ballets.
Young babes everywhere, renewing our world with a
zest for life's adventures, awaiting.
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
has long died;
she comes to pass.
across open yards,
blotted white -
then, one last
escapes with might
to southern breeze.
transform with ease.
slowly brighten -
in budding delight,
they sleep no more.
soft to touch,
in wake of warmth
and bubbling sounds
of children’s laughter.
Under a hearty sun,
bare feet and legs
long to lilt
as passion follows
out to taste the open air,
waiting for night
to kiss in the flush
of descending moonlight –
as shooting stars
sleep no more.
last sparks in the fireplace
cool, no longer needed
to kindle romance.
I soften to the touch
of spring dew,
the joyous music -
fresh falling rain;
taking her time
to seed waking soil
until she voraciously
like a lost love –
a restless gypsy
on a journey-
she sleeps no more.
Spring dresses earth
in liveliest colors…
and I smile,
Overwhelmed with the beauty
touching my soul
and sun showers falling
on sweetened dreams.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
It gives life a time to reflect with an unclothed transparency seer.
Winter is the time to tame life with little heat and almost no light.
This is nature’s pause as the curtain of life begins to close tight.
Winter's loneliness allows for the gathering to touch a friendly scattering.
It’s winters quietness that allows unmuffled sounds to carry chattering.
Nature’s artist only has a palette of color of just a few,
Paints a painting of faith and hope of something new.
While nature dreams the dreams of winter’s rest,
Morning yawns, the land wakes from nature’s chest.
The sun is warm but the chill in the air still has dominance.
Yet the innocence of a few daffodils show their prominence.
So many colors for the eye to see, look the grass it's fresh and green.
Birds sing as they fly tree to tree as we watch an enlightening scene.
Oh you can see it in the palette and hear it in the air…Spring is here!
EdwardJ Ebbs - January 11, 2015
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015