Best Springtimes Poems
Out of opening doors
pours the past into a hallway
and You come to sweep away
times' trial. You who gave me
another life to love before you took your own.
Now here You stand, a Being
in the hallway of my mind,
the ether of My Man.
Do you see us too?
Can you see how old I have become
and the fine man that is our son?
Out of other doors flung open
step those I used to try and forget.
They're best left in their closets, forgotten.
But You, oh You are springtimes' salty tears.
If I could bring the Light of Life back into you,
the door of my heart would open again.
Pastel droplets fall from
Pink sprinkled sunlight on
Ponds and meadows blooming
Pathways of color as
Pearly breasted bluebirds
Perch where past springtimes have
Painted my heart with hope
3/27/23
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Best of friends
Are me and ewe,
Ain't no ends...
For us two...
Spent all the day
One day a year,
Running away
From our shear
Not with our kin
And not in the barn,
Not soon to be in
Grandma's yarn
Lucky is the cow
The heifer, the bull,
The piglet and sow
Never lose their wool
We're getting lost
Nowhere to be seen,
Licking the frost
In a meadow green
Feeling so free to
Frolic with the bees,
Where long grasses grew
Nearly up to our knees
Love to sniff each
Dandelion and daisy,
Temptation in reach
Drives us both crazy
Had eaten our fill
Before the bumbles,
Rolled on a hill
Taking tumbles
Me and my buddy
Finding trouble,
And getting muddy
In a pile of rubble
Fleece, white as snow
Not telling Mother,
All that we know
About one another
Of the springtimes
The unicorn, the fairy,
The nursery rhymes
About us and Mary
Best of friends
Are me and ewe,
Ain't no ends...
For us two...
My heart was February ice
Kneeling to barren, cursed winter
Beneath weak, broken sacrifice
White skies cracked, and springtimes splinter
Through summer's youthful, blurry run
My heart was February ice
Unmelted, I defied the sun
My cup too proud for water's price
Austere solitude must suffice
So long, I slept in my cold tomb
My heart was February ice
Until your passion gave it bloom
As polar rivers part and thin
Your brown eyes, warm as cayenne spice
Thawed my frozen flames - even when
My heart was February ice.
2/10/20
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The coming and going of the seasons give us more than the springtimes, summers, autumns, and winters of our lives. It reflects the coming and going of the circumstances of our lives like the glassy surface of a pond that shows our faces radiant with joy or contorted with pain. - Gary Zukav
Spring silences the wintery chill,
flooding spirits with gentle,
concealed by the birth of new, the nature of beauty
on petals and leaves, colored by green trees,
inspired – in the breeze, on the song
who sings and believes…
Summer drifts out to the sea,
melodious singer, arriving to bring grace,
in amazing whispers, gentle and gifted,
reflecting the sun’s breath, gasping
creativity, in laughing stars
twinkling, reflecting a sincere heart…
Autumn paints the moments joyous,
polishing the night glossy,
leafing through the journal of dusty pages,
where melancholy forbids dreams dissuasion
cautioning the oaks and pines,
revealing the intimacy of a story’s insight…
Winter challenges the skies with gray,
soothing away the distant dread,
where angry blizzards, with awkward thoughts
encourage the drifts, the flakes, the icicles
to touch the nights with a silence
both blessed and brilliant, alive….
Seasons of hope, seasons of charm
teaching the spirit to let go of what’s gone,
to reach out to the forthcoming
with open hearts, open arms,
savoring the blessings brought to our lives
by the seasons He created…
Seasons designed
to encourage and brighten,
inspire and excite,
fulfill hearts and souls,
relieve worries and restore
so the whole world can see…
God Himself is the maker of peace
God, our Father
is the creativity that sees
beyond the messiness of life,
into the feelings that abide,
when He shines His brilliant light…
all over the world, all over the heart
all over the seasons
that can only be remembered
as the reasons
each heart feels grateful for the grace
that God provides throughout all time!
The snow white blanket glistening
so brightly all around
has grown so very tired
as the winter's winding down.
Oh how we long for Springtimes' sun
to smile about the place
to melt the weary winter snow
and wash its' dirty face.
But when the old and forlorn snow
has melted we shall find
we'll curse all of the Springtime mud
that it will leave behind.
This was inspired by Moggie, the woman I was aid
and companion to, when she was commenting on
the dirty snow and said someone should write a
poem about it. I wrote this for her and I wanted to
share this with you. RG
Oh Echo please, my love reprise
From mountains high to valleys deep.
Wherein these words we share resound,
While drifting on a summers breeze,
Or whispering through autumn leaves.
As springtimes kiss melts winters snow,
In solitude i walk alone.
Each day i dream we're face to face.
No words, we smile with misty eyes
My thoughts bring bliss in each caress
And holding hands with tenderness.
Where are you now my sylvan nymph.
I hear your voice, each sweet refrain
Entwining mine, so faithfully
Oh mystery, reveal to me
Your hiding place, please let it be,
Along loves stepping stones of sound.
Or maybe serendipity.
Lest i must wait by Heavens door
Until the passing times no more.
3/ 30/ 2018.
Rose blooms, springtimes scent.
Winter. Cold, dark, lifeless, still.
Rose, petalless Dead.
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Exchanged for the plates they made
and painted with colors representing
springtimes I hardly remember
was the sidewalk way too warm
to walk upon with barefeet
I hardly remember
Scratched through entire lines
of the notes you wrote to me
lines I could never see
which must not be for me to read
imaginably the most precious words
I could never see
The ghost of our old dreams
when he sometimes visits
asks if I still care
for love sung in folk songs
and blue tragic chapters
I still care
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My garden today, suffering. No rain for weeks, hosepipe ban expected anytime soon. Unfortunately, I only have one water butt and that's dangerous low. Using a watering can, time-consuming but its a question of needs must. I'd hate for my butterfly bushes to not bloom. Many species of butterfly are under threat of extinction in the United Kingdom, in my locale I have not recorded the wall brown for over twenty years, used to be quite common, even in my garden. This day, even though we are all experiencing a glorious summer, the butterflies are struggling to recover from the recent bad springtimes' and non-existent summers. The heavy rainfalls and colder than average temperatures being a big factor in their demise. Today, I have up to 1500 hours, (21st July 2018), only recorded one speckled wood, one holly blue, several cabbage whites, both large and small, a very poor day indeed, however, better than none at all, of course, I do mean butterflies! The latter being the only two that I can describe as abundant. No peacocks, green veined, brimstones since late spring
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springtimes blessings please
lessons of the birds and bees
wonderful reprise
3/ 10/ 2015
moonlit shadows springs
eternal flame loves desire
unquenched forever
3/ 4/ 2015. Haiku.
Springtimes moon shadows dreams inspire.
Eternal flight flames loves desire.
Unquenched divine forever bright.
Starlight enchants, beams with delight.
3/ 7/ 2015. Rhyme.
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Annunciations renascent bird in verve, upon an amulet wire my eyes do see!?
Animated, amid the sunburst branches as fluttering its tiny little wings ~
Chirping aside heartens amiable fertile waterfall, so joyfully splashing
Its springtimes radiant colours into the wellnigh river refined; interpose....
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Spring high, spring low, springtimes springs show.
Cavorting lambs frolic in play.
Fell farmers fearful of the snow,
As shepherds, they know natures way.
Springtime is soft when breezes blow.
Snowdrops now fading day by day.
Woodlands are bathed in evenings glow.
Red sky at night, old wives will say.
It's blossom time, spring flowers grow.
This floral bounty will display
All splendour where our rivers flow,
On mountain side and seashores bay.
Spring brings us Heaven, when lifes low.
Our senses kissed, by it's bouquet.
3/ 3/ 2015.