Water rushing through the brook
leaving drowned out laughter
and a blooming lilypad
A mother with a weary look
as she wades through, feet clad
It’s her children she’s looking after
Hair threatens to fall in her distant eyes
She remembers when she hadn’t worried
stealing kisses under barnyard roofs
She begins to chastise
“Children put on your boots”
She raised the voice, and they scurried
But inside she was grinning ear to ear
Thinking of sweet-smelling memories
and grass-stained linen
As her children crawled near
She said, “Now listen,
I must share some stories…”
Copyright © Mckenzie Boyer | Year Posted 2015
Fast, colors whirl by
In the springtime of our years
Now seems like a dream
Copyright © Willow Lawrence | Year Posted 2014
Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.
Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.
St. Stephen’s College.
Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013
Pit pat pit pat
Zoom slosh and soggy felt
Runny nose, midday doze
Aching knees steaming tea
Crackling logs, evening fogs
All promises of Spring
Copyright © Douglas Dicketts | Year Posted 2014
“You’re not a spring chicken,”
My husband blurts out.
The truth in that statement’s
Beyond any doubt.
My running around’s
Surely taken its toll,
As Nature reminds me
I’m not in control.
For age has its limits
And mine’s reached a peak.
What I do in a day
Should spread over a week.
I try for it all
But my body’s refused.
As I conk on the couch,
There’s my husband – amused!
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2015
BLACK SWAN SINGING…LOVE
There is an itching in my heart
I cannot scratch---
A raging rash ravaging through
The depth of my soul
A burning fire in my spirit
I cannot control
A teasing urging of mind
Challenging the body to match;
As nature would have it
The winter of age has its season
That last for a while
Teaching the wisdom of her reason
Why spring comes with a smile:
Bringing vigor to the tree,
Moisture to the nest;
With her eau de vie---
Renewing old interest---
So when you hear the black swan singing
Its cooing song,
Know that love is about to run like a river
Oh what a wonderful spring thing:
Arrows of silver for the golden quiver!
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
From rime comes revival;
The old is renewed.
A hint of revitalization;
Breathing fresh life
And casting a revitalized shadow.
Rooted redwoods edge the bud,
Preserving the potential of what will be.
Copyright © Ashley Lowe | Year Posted 2015
Sunshine bursts with lovely adjure
All over the land of no snow, taboo
In all the land on sunshine days a blur
Closing doors life outdoors is the rule
Open minds open hearts fear away
All values clear on sunshine days everywhere
'Tis not a dream, competition slows, as snow goes
Steam rises from the land somewhere
The glare of sunshine glances off a window and rolls
Along the heart, into the aged, balancing on a beam
Belongs to each not someone else, races along a stream
The silver rills gleam upstream- sunshine coming clean
Copyright © Marian Baker | Year Posted 2014
Dew gathers on
leaves fresh and new
spring kiss me please
Copyright © Ijm seven | Year Posted 2016
Love remains an eternal spring regardless if in the winter of an aged body happens to reside!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
21 August 2016
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016
The hazy moon (In moments of glory)
You took my hand walking in the darkness together,
And I saw Your tears shone
When the hazy moon appeared from the clouds
The hazy moon
shines tears of
a strong man
There is a husband who always loves and supports his wife. He seems strong, but his wife sees his tears when the hazy moon appears among the clouds.
Copyright © Felicia Jarvis | Year Posted 2017
Today I heard a robin sing
heralding the coming spring
A song of exultation to the sky
an ode to earth's awakening
I saw a willow on the hill
It's branches greening in the sun
and all the earth seemed hushed & still
sleeping streams began to run
I heard a softly rising breeze
whispering through the grass
singing through the still bare trees
waiting winter's chill to pass
I saw the sun, so bright and warm
warming the earth after the rain
the buds and leaves, no frost to harm
at least, at last, it's spring again.
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
A plush decorum of vibrant illuminated colors
The leaves spurn through its plight
Colored leafy flowers abound
A loving tender touch...
Nestled in the deep ambiance to flow
Shadow boxes lifted off the ground
hands, eyes & ears
A clever host of a beautiful display to behold,
Faces in the window with storms in the night...
We have erected pyramids to help honor the dead
Mark my word a willingness to explore so much more
Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
Orange, green & blue
We have bitten off far more then we could chew
A solemn solace venture...
The sound of nature's beckoning call
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017