Verse Spring Poems

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Details | Free verse |

         Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
         now! Just an autumn flutter.

                   For some; destine to fall
                   upon stony ground, a part
                   of life’s infernal gyration.
                   Yet for those that fall
                   within your reach, to live
                   on within your soul!

         While limbs that stretch
         towards the solstice, create
         vivacious veins as channels of hope,
         a pledge of foliation continues
         to endure what spring has
         furnished; autumn expires. 

                   Yes! If we can but learn
                   from nature’s complex simplicity,
                   that life be of a cycle
                   from the seed we are conceived,
                   then let spring be my beginning
                   winter my exultant eve!

         Let our two cultures
         merge as one, the
         decomposed humus
         to become the sustenance;
         our transfusion the
         new beginning.

                   Let us breathe the
                   fragrance of born again;
                   let each slender limb,
                   stout body bear our
                   tenaciousness, each lyrical
                   leaf our life’s blood.

          Let us mollycoddle each
          precious tear that falls from a
          angry sky; dance gracefully
          upon the wind, embrace
          on moonless nights, bathe
           in summer madness.

                   Let us hear the bluebell call,
                   the daffodil pray, the apple
                   blossom bear witness; the
                   clamour of the field mouse
                   the pitapat of the butterfly
                   the silence of lovers in love.

             Let us be sanctuary to the
             symbolic songstress, scuttling
             squirrel, vulgar urchin;
             a fortress for the warrior
             a haven for the pacifist
             an inspiration for the poet!

 EPILOGUE 

                  The call of springtime
                   we will invoke,
                     logging representative
                      we will gladly choke;
                        nature’s guardian.
                          “This! Obliging old oak.”

       © Harry J Horsman  2000


        

         







Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010




Details | Verse |
 
~The Butterflies Dance~ (A Double Whitney) The sun is so warm and nice there is cheer everywhere cause spring has sprung one more time and winter so cold is now gone. The robins have returned and the hibiscus and the roses bloom again to my delight Now I see butterflies dance. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Stunning spring is my favourite season She swirls her skirts and drapes the garden in her finest clothes Dressing the naked winter trees and bushes with bright brilliant foliage Spring showers us with confetti of pink cherry blossom petals in the warm breeze Gently opening the eyes of the snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils They crane their necks from the melting snow and smile sweetly Creating colour and scent in our glorious gardens Written by Jan Allison 01-02-15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015




Details | Free verse |
listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.

touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

in the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of life.

the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody

 of echoes and whispers – uncut.

Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
The Happy Field and Spring Shower Hand in hand, we fluttered like two butterflies among the fragrant flowers of the field and meandered, singing songs, along a stream. No agendas to keep to; no schedules to curtail the pure pleasure that we took in consuming every lovely hour of our Saturday. With our picnic lunch, we sat down on a blanket. Later we lay looking up at clouds. Transported to the wonderland of our imagination, we named them fluffy mountain ranges, bunnies, sheep, and Easter lily petals until they morphed into lopsided bearded faces, huge white polar bears and cotton-breathing dragons. Unexpectedly, the clouds grew dark, and suddenly, we saw and felt large raindrops splatter on our skin. We fled our happy field, arriving home - two children, wet and laughing, just as the spring shower let up. How were we to know in the springtime of our lives that the field and the rain from which we fled I’d one day write about as metaphors for youth. Written for the Spring Showers contest 3/30/13

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
May the first is traditionally the beginning of Spring
St Joseph is their patron saint this day to be 
the  only free day when no workers  joined
the throng of people shuffling looking already tired
to wherever they work, eyes down still shut tight
Make them work  long hours you will find
was their bosses right.

May Day the food was prepared with what money they had
try to find some newish clothes to wear, 
though second or third hand.
Their beautiful daughters would wash their hair 
then brush it until it gleamed 
a small flower was placed with utmost care

A maypole is  placed in the village square
With bright coloured  ribbons dangling there
The fiddler would play, soon up stepped the gents
follwed by the maidens, with no lover as yet
They weaved and they bobbed shouting with glee
Many a romance started when they danced happily

At the side the morris men would dance
Jiggling their bells sending you into a trance
All made for a happy day, set in your memory
making you smile for another year 
before a day free

The may queen was chosen some blushing young beauty
Crowned with a ring of flowers and a small bouquet
She would dance for the people in a small ring
waiting to see who wrote and would recite the winning madrigal

May first brings the spring and buds bursting into flowers
A trillion small petals like a shower would flutter down
the myriad it makes brings a smile to your eyes
Cheers everybody it's spring, 
our bodies need this time to relax and survive



Penned 10 April 2015

 

* madrigal. -  a short love poem 


Picture taken by an old friend Dave Chang who gave me permission to use it.





Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Spring Cleaning

Springtime is a chance to start your life anew,
Dust off your pride and change your attitude.
Bring forth the hidden treasures, of your heart,
Don’t worry about the past that tore you apart.
Let the fresh air cleanse your soul, body and mind,
Release the inhibitions that have kept you blind.
Love yourself, for who you are and what you can do,
Never worry about what others think, it all about you.
Embrace the earth elements and the comfort they bring, 
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the results, of your spring cleaning.   

Written : © 3/21/16
Deadline: 4/13/16 
Finalized: 3/24/16
Submitted for: Second Chance #3
Sponsored by: Broken Wings

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Spring comes, cool breeze flow conveying the message of peace with a pleasant and perfumed blow. Flowers blossom with redolent fumes. Butterflies worried for their marriage inviting friends,with paused tune. Linda, Sandra dress up nice, Jean, James come with smile, Andrea, Anne please come in time, Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile. Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy the decoration arranged by spring the fragrance, main dish of party served by pleasant wind. Come with me to bless the couples. Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms. Grass hoppers are there to welcome us, with melodious tune. As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong wearing emerald crown. To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface with carpet of grass, mild golden green. I know, you all came with gift to show your stardom. Don't worry, I am here please handed it over to me without any confusion. =================================== Written on 29th April, 2016

Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Rain Dancer 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

Details | Blank verse |
Nature poses amidst Her spring
colors with majestic splendor.
For Her garden is dappled with
purple pigments and puce pastels.

Tepid Chinooks melt virgin snows
that swell meandering rivers. 
And form long lazy loops snaking
across an emerald prairie.

A rising sun imbues its light
with a sense of hope and magic.
And gilding the edge of darkness
dawn heralds Sol’s resurrection.

A watermelon horizon
marks the birth place of a new day.
And pink cotton candy clouds float
upon a sea of vermilion.

Reminiscent of paradise
the wildflowers are in full bloom.
And atop gently swaying stalks
they reach for an indigo sky.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Green is made up of blue and  yellow
Renowned colour of spring you see
The sun and sky help things to grow
Brings out the blue/green in the sea

Grasses grow and wave in the sun
Some of a bluish tint it's true
Yet still long enough for children to have fun
With old games they think are new

Green are the eyes of a beauty
Whose glance can knock you off your feet
Plus dimpled smile  that says hello
Making your day feel so complete
   
Spring the word is musical
Listen  the birds are yearning to sing
The pleasure it gives everybody
Enough to imagine wedding bells ring

Brides love to wed in the springtime
The days are longer sun will shine
The rays show through the stained glass windows
Shining on the couple as they pledge to be thine


Penned 23 March 2015





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Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Listen as the wind whispers
secrets of my lost past.
It howls at my melancholy miseries,
shrieks at my heinous sins,
warning me of a fatal future 
that is sure to be my looming last.
 
My destiny lies in my hands 
as I linger in indecision
with your shadow in my heart.
For I cannot stop loving you
I cannot live a normal life
I hunger for food of love,
Only I can find none.
 
Wither shall I go?
The future is dark and uninviting.
My past is filled with fear,
my present is full of sorrow.
I think of you and my starved heart beats
in dangerous arterial fibrillation.
I close my eyes in anguished hope
but cannot calm my tattered nerves
as the wind continues with its howls
for winter is sure extending its days
although I believe and sincerely hope
that sublime spring is coming soon.

11 March 2017
Words: 154

Placed 6

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |
                                      Fall to Winter, Rise to Spring


                                            Fallen, down and out
                                     Frozen, not dead nor decayed
                                           Rising, faith with wings!













                                               Kim Patrice Nunez
                                               November 15,2014

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Winter’s fury has long died; fading, weary, she comes to pass. Sunlight spills across open yards, blotted white - then, one last chilled breath escapes with might before succumbing to southern breeze. The seasons transform with ease. Subdued colors slowly brighten - in budding delight, rising, swaying, searching sky, they sleep no more. Pale cheeks, soft to touch, cheerfully blush. Love blooms 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 deepening breath 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. Feeling alive, I soften to the touch of spring dew, the joyous music - rustling leaves, songbird’s melody, fresh falling rain; nature’s dance, taking her time to seed waking soil until she voraciously catches fire seeking summer 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

Details | Free verse |
(a Salute to Howard Moss)

Although it is not yet warm,
we have shoved to the backs of closets
snow-boots, gloves, and woolen scarves, 
locked tire chains and ice scrapers
into trunks of automobiles as if
tomorrow the first bloom appears.

Oh, stiff wind blow, hold back snow,
whose flakes unwelcome gust
while hearts claim lilac scent.
Oh, pale moon, come, lend your light.
Oh, songbird, drop your sweet notes here,
while old men's hats sail past
and girls push down their skirts—
with both hands—as purses cling
on hunched shoulders and hair-strands 
blow against cheeks. 

What is this howling wind
and who brought this mournful song,
this wild, feathered up-surging
as if tomorrow the world upturns.
We've shoved our gloves, 
our boots and scarves behind
the racks in backs of closets, 
locked away the sacks of salt,
and scoured the ground for signs
of hyacinth buds or crocus flush,

while old mens' hats sail past
and girls hold down their skirts
as purses sway and hair-strands
whip against their cheeks?
And though it is not yet warm,
there is the mystery of spring.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


April's last Flowers


I was watching carefully
The last stems 
Of April's Red flowers
Which were spreading their beauty and smile 
Unconcerned with the destiny 
That after April 
There would be almost no such flowers 
Of red Lily
For another one year.01


The flowers were smiling
As if, it makes no difference to them
Whether, they would be here or not
When the hot winds of summer 
Would try to wither and make dull 
The beauty and grace
Of every human face
As often they succeed in withering 
The beauty of flowers and life 
That exits and breath
Without the love drops of life giving water.02


The last flowers of April 
Were also unconcerned 
That they would shrink and would get dried
By the heat and dust of summer
In the days to come 
When the scorching Sun would 
Burn the Earth, Sea and Water
To create the wonders of rains 
For thirty lands and sky of the earth.03


What a great way to live life 
Was prevailing 
In these smiling last flowers of April
Alas! If only humans can understand 
How to live a life with the pleasure of love
And get lost forever 
Without the worries of tomorrows.04


The flowers were enjoying 
Every moment of their existence 
Unconcerned 
With the butterflies and black bees 
Which were hovering on them 
Since day one 
And were trying to please and praise them  
To win their hearts 
Like men praise and please the women
When they want to attract and win their heart. 05
 

The hovering butterflies and bees too
Were trying to show their love 
To all the beautiful flowers of April
Before the alluring beauty of these flowers
So that these alluring flowers  
May allow them to come close and kiss them
In the flowering season of spring.06


Every time these symbols of love
The black bees, butterflies and 
Even the little black tiny bird
Were coming close 
To kiss and to touch the petals of flowers
They were charging with a new energy
After getting the love drops 
From their beloved red flowers
And they were flying 
More and more high in the sky
Perhaps to touch the those lofty heights
Which can only be seen 
When nectar like love drops
Creates its magic on these searching lips
Filling it with the energy of love
Which get reflected in every new flight 
Of these beautiful creatures
When they fly from one flower to another. 07


And I was watching silently
With a Camera in my hand
While witnessing  
The last of these April flowers 
To catch the glimpse of 
Any of these memorable moments.08


Their silent game of nectar and pleasure hunt
Continued in that bright sunlight
As more and more new creatures
Were coming to please and to win their beloved
Standing there with its ravishing beauty 
So that, they may welcome them
With a smile and beauty 
And may allow them to taste 
The nectar of these red beauty and love
Which starts pouring it's magic 
With the approach of April 
In spring every year. 09


Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 2nd May 

   

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
Through a fluttering veil of luscious hues,
Fair Lady coquets with the majestic Sun,
As the wicked Wind caresses her tender cheek,
The harshness of Winter all undone.

Sparrows perched upon the towering trees,
Whistle sweetly at the colorful array.
Fair Lady hums and sways in warm ecstasy,
As the wicked Wind drifts away.

The sinful Sun glows after a wearying day,
And spans its gaze upon the fields of fruit.
Fair Lady drowsy, lies upon the prickly grass;
The darkness envelops as all goes mute.

Copyright © Deepanshi Chaudhry | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |



free as the wind
in song and verse
visions tumbling within my soul
quenching my poetic thirst

as vibrant as the wild daisy
each teardrop upon my face
I twist and turn in posy
lapping up the springtime rain 

with each pitter patter 
racing to greet my heart
I melt with each breath of beauty
drowning as I impart

forever in crystal showers
as I fall back to paint the day
from the rumbling clouds of dynasty 
quickly I am taken away

free as the wind
in song and verse

untouched purity
this euphoric poetic birth

________________________

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Frigid, knife-edged winds from the northwest
sweep down like hungry raptors on 
pewter gray skies. Feral eyed, keen on destruction.
Late May. Sullen skies discharge sleet and glacial,
stinging rain. Threatening each newly exposed
green leaf and sprout. Frozen rain. Unrepentant.

People, startled by the velocity of a winter-spring
storm put the parka back to work. Vibrant summer
birds topple dead from their refuge or tree limb.
Daffodil, crocus, and lilac suffer the slow suffocation of ice.
Hedgerow and tree leaf are burned by ice' frozen fire.
The sun, moon, and stars hibernate for days.

Frail light and little warmth. Bleak optimism.
Grim moods darken. Wildlife endures.
An emerging cycle of life has been altered.
Days are lived in half-tone and sepia.
The sky makes no act of contrition.
The unseen parallels, the lands, ice and cold
north of the Arctic Circle visit their wrath upon us,
erasing much of a slate-gray board of life.
A new and boundless spring is cast aside.

Souls pray and await warmth and golden light
to renew and reincarnate a missing Spring.

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Soft sunlight streams through Nimbus clouds A sign, a foretaste of coming spring When hills and fields bring forth rich foliage From humble green grass to royal heather Flaunting peacock colors to honor the day As clouds release their crystalline drops Lovers’ laughter echoes as they run for shelter B’neath the old willow tree, they stand; lost in warm embrace Soon, a hush will fall as sweet jasmine floats When hungry lips taste the first kiss of spring ~*~
4/4/13 Note: For Russell's "Spring Showers" Contest

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Aquafirs miles away in my mind
 warming 
with springtime sun
 lapping upon the 
shores of my memory

 sending involuntary 
movements to my legs
 moving thoughts 
to music echoing in my limbs

 Beethoven's 
5th. Symphony catapults me out the door 
into glorious sunshine

 hiking trails 

dormant for months (seems like years) 
staring at boulders  
basking in the sun 

touching bark on trees

 grooves of my
growth 

smelling the earth dug up with my 
hands
 sifting my life 

turning my face 
towards the sun

 warming tidal planes 

in my mind 

recalling the ebb and flow of 
me 
upon this land 

marking my scent in 
the woods (as men do) 

tracking the sun as 
it moves across my day

 foraging sprouting 
edibles
 as earth releases
 life  

pausing to lay 
down in prairie grass and nap
 in sweet 
scented 
dreams

 refilling all my
 senses

 for 
the
 journey...

                                  I have still to travel


                                                         I have still to travel...



03/29/14
© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
Mountains put away their winter caps.
In warm sun, soon they'll take their naps.
Rivers stuffed full of melting snow;
running swift to trim, then they will slow.
Brooks frozen silent, now breaking free
to babble on their way to warming sea.
Lakes throw back thick icy covers;
their warm waves calling swimmers and lovers.
Smoke, donning perfume of fireplace logs,
now wears a new scent of burgers and hot dogs.
Trees, that for months have been stripped bare;
knitting dresses of green, they're soon to wear.
Spring hastens in beautiful gardens to tend.
New lives begin at Winter's end.
01/16/15 Contest: Winter's End Sponsor: Skat A

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |
Uprooting the dreams
of yesterday
time sows the seeds
of tomorrow.

And clouds shed tears
of April rain
as winter wanes
and warmth abounds.

Fleeing far flung
sanctuaries
migrating birds
start heading home.

And on the winds
of open sky
caterpillars
try new found wings.

Wild trillium
and daffodil
usher in the 
first days of spring.

And tulips flaunt
their waxen bells
atop stems of
emerald green.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Ohhhh
that crackle

the ripple

that stir

the rustling

the patter

O Jehovah
that wonderful sound

Your beautiful noise
Your fantastic gift

Spring 

Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Yesterday lingers
in my memory today
Perched on a manicured hill
after the last bell
All my friends surrounding me
She strolls by, I catch blue eyes
glance quickly my way
A scented letter...
I rent a white tuxedo
for her Sorority dance
She's dressed in blue silk
We are formally announced
Arm-in-arm I escort her
through a flowered arch
to that shining floor...
The band sings a sweet slow song
I breathe in her perfume scent
Shivering slightly,
she snuggles ever closer,
humming the same melody
softly in my ear...

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
I feel sad to day

I feel sad in heart to day, to see what is happening all around me 
The season of spring is singing the tune of autumn
The Koyals* and nightingales have left without singing,
This beautiful garden and the trees,
Before the spring would have bloom them to sing,
In full throated ease and beauty
They have left the nest and the tree and even the Garden
To see all this 
I am very sad to day, sad, very sad in heart 

Adieu my friends, you are the birds, who could have sung,
Many more songs and would have given many more dreams,
To those who are still in the garden, in the hope of a Koyal’s melody

But these are the dreams for awaken eyes
And not for those who are sleeping
As day dreams can be put to shape, but the dreams of sleeping eyes
Very rarely get a shape and are often get lost in sleep alone
I feel very sad,  
To realize and to see things as they getting all around me

Ravindra

Kanpur India 31 01 2010			
rkkapoor@sancharnet.in
*Koyal .  A melody singing bird of India (like the Nightingale of John Keats)
Koyal mainly sings in the season of spring.

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies 
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.

The poor labouring clouds expanded wide
In the muted distance ripe with coldness
While the storming of the Eastern wind
Drifted through the blossoming fields
Graced by the sultry springs in the lulling hours.
I pulled the weary drapes
When the night grew old with silence
From a crystal window 
Mirrored against the dumb fields
Black with the night.
A soft mist exudes the dead wind
Curled around the nodding branches.
Then I stealed away to the vacant spot
Where a crackling fire
Invaded the mournful breath of silence.

Lipsing sounds intrudes the night
Upon the quiet slopes and verdant span
Where the blossoms gently bow
Kissing soft the silver spray
Fluttering in the starry distance.
There sauntered I
Under the gladsome sky
To pluck a cherry from its stem
Outstretched beneath the sobbing moon
That in the dawning misty hours
That silver orb of light expires
When the sun had greet the day
With a golden sigh!



















  


 

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
                     Icicles on leaves and branches of trees
                         They begin to melt down bit by bit
                  Rays of sunlight appears, as winter cease
                 Freezing air fades, as glow of sun increase

                      Squirrels, rabbits run wild and free
                      Birds of various speed soaring high
                      Their mellifluous tweets, a melody
                      Piebald butterflies dancing merrily

                  Leafless, lifeless trees in healthy living
              Colorful buds of daffodils, magnolias around
        Their natural beauty, a wonder, stately astounding!
       Rain falls, softening the earth as new shoots abounds!

        Frozen grasses before, now stilled with energy light
            Blossoms as well, humbled with new beginning
                     Seeds scattered rises as in springs
           Snows  gone, as sun's refulgence a revering bright

03/03.2014
2:19 am

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Hark! Don’t forsake me. 
Search for me. 
Look down low, in the underbrush. 
I will be good for you.
Though I’ve been given just a little of our endless world,
I have the glowing fire of raging cordilleras,
The blazing sunsets of Equatorial skies,
The lustrous skin of succulent citrus.
I am orange truth.

Copyright © Sergio Silveira | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
~The Butterflies Dance~ (A Double Whitney) The sun is So warm and nice There is cheer Everywhere cause Spring has sprung One more time and Winter so cold is now gone The robins Have returned and The hibiscus And the roses Bloom again To my delight Now I see butterflies dance. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
May.24.2016 ~Author's Notes: The "Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style, that was created by Betty Ann Whitney.The "Whitney" is also known as an American Asian Poem.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016