Sunward tilts the Earth;
steals away last shade of spring–
~ Harley White
< June 20, 2014 ~ haiku >
Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2015
a spring star shines bright
it lights up the living night
a favorite sight
Copyright © Steven Clark | Year Posted 2014
Written July 29, 2013
The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around
The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June
The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me
See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars
Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013
The winter is dwindling!
the winter is dwindling!
There is an ancient warmth
returning to kiss this land
with warm love ----
draw her in from the shadow
Spinning sure-spun recipes,
(warmer the beams solar-soft)
the sun becomes a star;
deeper in day to bloom
many a seed for her delicate
And the warmth of winds
blow from fire-nymph lips;
There is growing in heaven's calendar,
gardens to till, lawns to mow.....
Should an angel choose a swifter spring....
Draw children from their open windows;
to parks and balls and sandbox thrills,
let the sun be some prima donna,
some little genius,
anxious to shine
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
Yes, it wants to whisper in your ear the secrets you hold at heart
It wants to tell you of the glory of God, of the need for faith
Of God's power and of His mystery, why, it even wants to tell you of Earth's origin
Pray, wake up, waste not your time in useless sleep
Rather, do sit up at dawn, sit up and learn to listen to the breeze!
Contest : Complete the Lines Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Date : 26 July 2015
Line 7 : Rumi - The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2015
There is absolutely nothing to do. Some people
fall in love. I go have a cheese sandwich
with mustard. Watch skyscraper lights from
the bed. Look at the books and decide to read
none of the dry words. The cheese sandwich is
good, and orange juice. It's cold in the kitchen
so I go back to bed even though it's Spring.
Some people go dancing in fish net stockings.
They find a good time - but exactly what this means -
it's not more important than a star. Quite
what is this waiting. Tonight I could disappear
and the world might not miss me until next year.
I remember passionate nights with some of the women
I've known. Two sides of a smooth stone.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
Then rain sunlight warmth came
In advance burst forth stars
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
DAFFODIL’S AND THEIR ILK
Inspired by raw thinker's Daffodil
Daffodils their yellow doth challenge the daffodils, the stars of night skies.
Stars ponder their plight, daffodils know theirs, unlike stars they know their future.
Doth only come out in spring, as late as the verdant season doth they set their seed.
Heed these words, picketh not daffodils when in full bloom, heed, picketh buds.
The daffodil, of their ilk too, can endure being plucked, for from bulbs they, and their kind doth form.
Seeds of the daffodil, their ilk too, spend many years as juveniles, and oft-surprising all.
As is the way of nature, via cross-pollination, new species evolve, a daffodil confounding its breeder.
As was said, “pick only buds”, one’s enjoyment will last just that bit longer, heed what has been said.
This yellow gem, a springtime joy, followed by another, forest floors adorned with sapphires, bluebells.
Bluebells ringing out the now done spring, beckoning the summer, it too alive, all life booming!
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2017