Quatrain Spring Poems | Quatrain Poems About Spring

These Quatrain Spring poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Quatrain Spring poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.


The poem(s) are below...


Details | Quatrain |

Breath Of Love

I hold my breath, impatiently
anticipating spring
and dress the sky delicately 
in stars your bright eyes bring.
Spring days are flushed with love’s warm glow,
the nights untamed by sparks.
Our rhythmic dance for two bestows
full moon to light the dark. 
I’ll never stammer for excuse
to ask for your soft kiss,
or with my words unkind bemuse. 
Our love means more than this -
the shady oak, the rose’s bloom,    
a waterfall’s cascade.
The beauty of a starling’s plume 
when near you seems to fade.
Your words are all the air I breathe.  
In your embrace, I’m whole;
your love’s a thousand spring blooms wreathed
around my yielding soul.
In summer, winter and in fall,
I’ll seek your rambling heart,
but with a breath of love in spring,
we’ll never be apart. 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015



Details | Quatrain |

Give Me Spring

Take away my static hair,
My thick, wool toque, my glassy eyes.
Take away the chilly air,
The endless clouds, the covered skies.

Give me back my sun-streaked hair,
My floppy hat, my shaded eyes. 
Give me back the sea-salt air,
The fluffy clouds, the crystal skies. 

Take away my dull, dry skin,
My soggy mitts, my booted feet.
Take away the frosty wind,
The icy paths, the slushy streets.

Give me back my sun-tanned skin,
My denim shorts, my flip-flop feet.
Give me back the toasty wind,
The sparkling dunes, the sandy streets.

Take away harsh Winter's sting, 
His gales of hail, his banks of snow.
Give me back my darling Spring,
Her rising sun, her lovely glow.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

A Poet's Spring


Winter’s snowy mantel is quietly disappearing
Slowly he abdicates  his reign until next year
This year’s queen is putting on her freshest dress
Every day its tender colors blushingly appear …

The heart of every hungry poet gladdens now
The joy of renewal must now be put to pen
What was a dream becoming reality once again
And words flow from that hidden place within….. 

Frantically we write of fields of yellow daffodils
The lamb’s bleat, the new bud upon the branch
Emotions twist and turn about in springtime breezes
And happily we explore the flavors of this year’s romance…


3/16/16

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2016



Details | Quatrain |

Celebration - Winter to Spring


Celebration - Winter to Spring


We celebrate spring equinox
   that day in March, at winter's end,
when spring awakens, resurrects
    with brand new landscape to attend.

Our winter days brought time to rest
   with colder days and pristine snow.
Her barren beauty did present
   that peaceful quiet, subdued glow.

Neath icy ground and bare dry limbs
   our winter was asleep at rest.
But oh, the glory in her womb
   as springtime stirs the winter nest.

Spring season is a magic time;
   from winter's dole new life is born,
and budding leaves on branch and vine
   bring forth new image every morn.

New hope, new promise, spring has come;
   we celebrate this brand new start
with warmer days, green grass, blue sky...
   we feel the rebirth in our heart.

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Celebration
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 04/03/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Spring Time

Showers fall and robins call.
Buds grow on the trees.
Meadows green; long grasses lean
warmed by April’s breeze.
 
Flowers beam and streamlets gleam
on each mountain slope.
Colors sing and everything
blossoms love and hope.

Posted March 20, 2017 FIRST day of Spring!
This in 7/5 Trochee form, my own invented form, a type of Quatrain.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |

A Spring Romance

My first sight of him was on a March day in a restaurant where I was dining. Oh lovely chance when his sweet eyes met mine. Like two lovely jewels, they were shining. The look that he gave me was a long gaze. Brazen but fresh, but like morning dew caressing a flower and making it glow. I read in his eyes “Let it be you!” Then I, like a rose caressed by the dew, glowed pink as I blushed. Though normally prim, I saw him stand up, his eyes glued to mine. Emboldened, I smiled and stared back at him!’’ He walked to my table and sat down by me. Together we dined and chatted that day. Two hearts and two minds with longing reached out. The whole afternoon slipped quickly away. With the day’s ending, together we left. In the clear evening, he said so softly, “I know the stars, and you’ll see this night there will be stars, dear, for you and for me.” There at my door, he leaned in for the kiss so beautifully soft and wonderfully long. We heard thunder! Suddenly came a spring rain. The wind, once a breeze, grew exceedingly strong. Because it was cold, I had him come in. The stars were not out, but I almost could swear they’d burst in my soul when his lips met mine. If he had faults, I thought “I shall not care!” He stayed until morning. In spite of the storm, my heart sang a song! There’d be plenty of nights filled with stars for him and for me. Life’s sweetest gifts are for those who love. Feb. 18, 2017 for THE POETS PLUCK (poet of your choice) Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose My first poetry book when I was a teenager was an illustrated Hallmark edition called "Those Who Love" by Sara Teasdale. I have chosen almost half the titles of poems in that book to compose this poem. Her style is romantic and often melancholy and uses many metaphors. Teasdale's poetry has been a wonderful influence on me.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |

Each Spring Takes Wing

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

Details | Quatrain |

Waiting In The Wing

Sunbeams weave in-between
twigs of skeletal trees.
And a web of shadows
dance with each feisty breeze.

A silver sky shimmers
like cheap carnival glass.
And a fickle sun is
too weak for blades of grass.

Snow accumulates on
branches that crack and break.
And bow down to the ground
with the weight of each flake.

Sugar maples run dry
not even one sweet drip.
And snowmen aren’t melting
frozen in Winter's grip.

Spring's not on stage just yet
she's waiting in the wing.
And I can hardly wait
for the flowers She’ll bring. 

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Spring

                               Spring


      When the Season turns and Old Winter spent,

      Sudden colour blossoms on budding trees.

      The daffodil blooms and young Spring’s sweet scent

      Is gentle carried on the evening breeze.


      Fast changing period of restless mood,

      Faltering sun and uncertain showers.

      Sleeping souls wake from Winter solitude

      Aroused by Spring’s lengthening daylight hours.


     Migrating birds return on sun warmed wings,

     By shaded woodland the yellow primrose 

     Blooms. Nights shorten and the first Cuckoo sings

     And all around Nature’s industry grows.


     Barry Stebbings
     21/02/17

Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |

Spring Cleaning of the Cluttered Soul

Scrap the smoldering, winsome words
the lovely odd truce made of letters
found carved with the edge of an old pocket knife
on a strap made of metal and leather
Burn off the tarnish on platinum rings
engraved with the infernal: "LOVE"
found pulling limp loyalty up to it's feet
and then giving it a death dealing shove
Trip over shoes which should still be for dancing
and spin them right into the trash
found in the corner of the cluttered dark room
like a pack rat's incurable stash
Blow open windows long stuck closed with paint
Push all the junk to the sill
Unburden your soul of it's hideous secrets
and snatch back your sacred free will...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005

Details | Quatrain |

Talitha Cumi

To all who are deep inside your chambers,
asleep in your homes abroad.
Here comes the sound of drums,
decreeing new orders from God.

To all of you clovers and lillies,
wrapped in your frosty cocoons.
Can you hear the distant drummings;
those imminent thunderous tunes?

To all of you bears and badgers,
waking in your winter dens.
The toms and snares beckon you.
Come in the twenties and in the tens.

To all of you fish in the water,
buried in your icy tombs.
The troubadours announce your resurrection.
Join us, as life resumes.

And what is the source of these drums?
It is the springtime’s thundercloud.
The lightning bolts show their faces.
for the first time in the wintry shroud.

We thank you, Vetr, for your respite.
Now we are alive and brand new.
But none remain asleep forever,
and so, to winter we bid you adieu!

Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Memories On Branches

An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.

Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.

On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.

Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.





March, 7th, 2014

Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

Spring Like the Phoenix

Spring, like the Phoenix, rises from the ash of winter's fire,
when ice and snow from frozen row were logs upon its pyre.
The thaw will trickle moisture to each niche upon the earth.
The liquid flame of water means a season of rebirth.

The Phoenix lived for centuries while the seasons are our place.
Our lives in hastened, fleeting years meets death once, face to face.
So, when the waters grant new life our world takes on the sheen
of bold and brilliant color showing forth so fresh and keen.

Bright summer knows the vigor of each green and living thing:
the creatures, all that walk or crawl, or soar upon the wing.
Bold seasons see the great bird's crest as lustrous, bright and gold,
but as the seasons cool and dry the Phoenix grows so old.

His colors are still vivid for the shortened days of fall,
but slowly piling twigs and leaves he readies for his pall.
The harvest gleaned, cold holds dominion 'oer the late fall air,
a sallow, aging, Phoenix seeks in earnest for his lair.

The long and dormant winter binds all life within its chill.
The once quite vibrant Phoenix lies upon death's pyre, so still.
We long to see the Sun shine bright and wake our frozen earth,
its fire means like the Phoenix we experience rebirth.

                                               Spring, Like the Phoenix
                                               3-17-15
                                               Iambic Heptameter

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

A Crystal Heart

Every spring fire and ice meld
sculpting winter into art.
And as the short days lengthen
snowmen gain a crystal heart.

Nature dapples the landscape
with patches of green and white.
And migrating birds head home
lured by the extended light.

Gathering on the rooftops
glistening droplets amass.
And dribbling down from the eaves
form icicles clear as glass.

Disappearing instantly
frosty breaths disperse to naught.
For such swirling contrails merge
with warm breezes spring has brought.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Winter's Fragile Hold

Spring carves ice and snow into art
as the frigid days begin to warm.
And fire and ice meld, sculpting
Queen Anne’s lace in crystalline form.

Hanging from snowy roofs and eaves 
icicles sparkle like wet glass.
And twinkle with liquid rainbows 
as glistening droplets amass.

Nature starts shaping the landscape
dabbing patches of green on white.
And soon daffodils and tulips
sprout within day’s extended light.

Honking geese reclaim snowy skies
as flocks of birds defy the cold.
And start heading back north to breed
contesting winter's fragile hold.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Here Comes The Sun

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.


2/14/13
Kim Merryman
For Heather Ober's Beatlemania contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Full Of Possibilities

Spring arrives with daffodils
showers and unbridled joy.
And paints smiles on the faces
of every young girl and boy.

Beds of colorful flowers
mimic a tropical reef.
And wide eyed little toddlers
stare in total disbelief.

The heart of nature is freed
from winter hostilities.
For spring is a magic time
full of possibilities.

Gleaming with beams of sunlight
dewdrops sparkle like jewels.
And spring-fever’s contagious
to dreamers and April fools.

Love is carried on the wind
in tranquility's embrace.
And somehow time seems to pause
as hope and warmth interlace.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

A Most Beautiful Spring Day - Quatrain By Letters

 
~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~ (Quatrain By Letters) The most beautiful day has come again There's so much for us to be thankful for The butterflies & bees fly after the rain There's so many more wonderful things in store. The hummingbirds get fed from flowers The air is so very nice and mild today The spring season can bring lots of showers The children go out and some play all day. Tending the garden a nice thing to do Trees and plants all turn green and grow The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue There's much enchantment in spring and that's so! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.25.2015
'Quatrain by Letters' is a style created by Erich J. Goller.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Seasonal change


Autumnal mist quivers over meadows
like a galleons sails billowing gently 
on calm seas of jade green and yellows,
steering it's ghostly mirages deftly,

hedgerows with wildlife masked in shadows
preparing for expected change of seasons
from amicable warm winds to soft arrows
discharged from cumulus depressions,

Celestial star low in Crimson sky blinding
light from cloudless horizon, exposed
hills in silhouette, oil painting of defining 
brush strokes created in webs disclosed,

birds desert undesirable climate changes
hibernation becomes natural performance 
elongated sleep, calm heartbeats arranges
thought patterns of survival from romance,

long warm days turn into long cold nights 
bracing crisp air scented with burning wood
from smoke filled chimneys such delights
burning embers changing mood to feel good.






Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |

Rainbow Blossoms And Fragile Bubbles

Spring labor of  rainbow blossom
As soft, gentle warm breeze pass
A tranquil redolence fragrance
Ballad on carpet grass

Clear,crisp mirrored fragile bubbles
Of purples, pinks, greens, and blend
Float and dance amongst the valley
Rupture with wet descend

My heart caresses a bouquet
Rainbow bubbles and carefree
As the fields blossoms quince for thirst
In memory of thee

Inflorescence spring flowers reborn
Breaths of bubbles gently kiss the morning blossoms


© Eve Roper 4/11/2015
 

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A Most Beautiful Spring Day - Quatrain By Letters Style

~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~
(Quatrain By Letters)



The most beautiful day has come again
There's so much for us to be thankful for
The butterflies & bees fly after the rain
There's so many more wonderful things in store.

The hummingbirds get fed from flowers
The air is so very nice and mild today
The spring season can bring lots of showers
The children go out and some play all day.

Tending the garden a nice thing to do
Trees and plants all turn green and grow
The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue
There's much enchantment in spring and that's so.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012



November.29.2015





~Author's Notes:


The "Quatrain by Letters" is a style created by Erich J. Goller.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Spring Blessings

Such lovely things are part of spring, Each greening, borning, blooming thing. A pansy face, a new made nest, In spring God sends his very best. How can one see and yet not know, It's God who makes the springtime show; Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings, All new growings, all new sucklings? Kitten and puppy, foal and lamb, Each one is sent by the great I Am. In the worst of winter's fury, Spring is coming, not to worry. God shows his love to us in spring With all new things to make hearts sing. He fills our needs to keep us whole, Topped off with spring, to feed the soul. Won a 3rd in contest

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |

Zephyr Of Spring

Spring's yellow-green heart shaped tender leaves blown
Spring's zephyr winds tossed new leaves to and fro
Quickly from hidden laden buds now grown
Absorbing sunlight, spring's green soon to go

Rabbits now from their cozy burrow run
Hop, jump enjoy green tender shoots of grass
While lazily basking in morning sun
Then in late afternoon hide as clouds amass

As the twilight cast its eerie shadow
The sleeping birds roost in their summer nest
Sleepily fawn_doe in lush green meadow
Darkness of night with shadows now brings rest

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

A Most Beautiful Spring Day-Quatrain By Letters Style

~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~
(Quatrain By Letters)


The most beautiful day has come again
There's so much for us to be thankful for
The butterflies & bees fly after the rain
There's so many more wonderful things in store.

The hummingbirds get fed from flowers
The air is so very nice and mild today
The spring season can bring lots of showers
The children go out and some play all day.

Tending the garden a nice thing to do
Trees and plants all turn green and grow
The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue
There's much enchantment in spring and that's so.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012



April.12.2016


~Author's Notes:

The "Quatrain by Letters" is a style created by Erich J. Goller.


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Spring


                

Are those little birds I see now
soaring in the skies above me?
Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs
strain to see spring's scenes so lovely.

Fragrances of March and April, 
gifts sweet springtime now delivers,
permeate my faucet nostrils,
turning streams to raging rivers.

Benadryl is coursing through me,
bringing respite from the season,
rendering me semi-conscious,
itching not, but lacking reason.

Hours from now when I am lucid--
no more groggy, med-head feeling--
symptoms will return with vengeance,
Sneezing fits will set me reeling.


March 22, 2017



Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Nature's Daughter

Birds start to celebrate the first day
that a gradual warmth announces spring.
And they praise the blessing sent their way
expressed in the melodies they sing.

Spring gathers teardrops the mist has shed
gleaning vapors from which dreams are spun.
And drips dewdrops on a silken web
or a sweet rose caressed by the sun.

Her fragrance wafts upon a warm breeze
soft as a smile on a baby's lips.
And nourishing hummingbirds and bees
She doles out nectar in tiny sips.

Radiant as moonbeams on water
She’s a refreshing breath of warm air.
And as befitting Nature's daughter
wildlife flourishes under her care.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A Most Beautiful Spring Day - The Quatrain By Letters Style

~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~
(Quatrain By Letters)


The most beautiful day has come again
There's so much for us to be thankful for
The butterflies & bees fly after the rain
There's so many more wonderful things in store.

The hummingbirds get fed from flowers
The air is so very nice and mild today
The spring season can bring lots of showers
The children go out and some play all day.

Tending the garden a nice thing to do
Trees and plants all turn green and grow
The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue
There's much enchantment in spring and that's so.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012



March.05.2017


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain- 



~Author's Notes:

The "Quatrain by Letters" is a style created by Erich J. Goller.


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

A Most Beautiful Spring Day - The Quatrain By Letters style

~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~
(Quatrain By Letters)


The most beautiful day has come again
There's so much for us to be thankful for
The butterflies & bees fly after the rain
There's so many more wonderful things in store.

The hummingbirds get fed from flowers
The air is so very nice and mild today
The spring season can bring lots of showers
The children go out and some play all day.

Tending the garden a nice thing to do
Trees and plants all turn green and grow
The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue
There's much enchantment in spring and that's so.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012



March.08.2016


~Authors Notes:

"Quatrain by Letters' is a style created by Erich J. Goller"


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Dance On A Tightrope

Where yet forbear spider hides, fairy chides Shall dare taunt and tiptoe on spider’s web Silvery string hung and swing amides guides Slack-lining step along until the ebb From fairest creatures spirit free clamor Mice perch on grass blades cheer excited squeals Tear drops of lilies stoke scent enamor Butterflies wings flitting springtime wind reels Sunlight shining hedgerows rainbow shades Contained by spring blooming emerald green, Dragonfly’s gossamer wings weave and fades Fairy Queen’s shrine daisies bow in deep glen Bloom clusters flourish tremble in the breeze Of amber, wild cherry, wine, daylilies Bluebell , buttercup bring bees to their knees Far-off silent buzzes and hums sillies Where yet forbear spider hides, fairy chides From fairest creatures spirit weave free ebb Sunlight shining hedgerows rainbow shades Fluttering wings hover on silver web
9/19/2016

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

The Green of Spring



Dressed in various shades of green Mother nature happily gives us spring With delight she paints the meadows And shares the joy that it doth bring.. The moss upon the barren rock And green 'round the daffodil Trees, their bud and tender leaf The pond behind the old grist mill In its glory green speaks of mystery And life that renews this time each year Nature smiles at winter's nodding head With emerald eyes spring again appears

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013