“When shining spring sets in,
The earth takes a new birth
Sheds all its snowy screen
Dons itself its new worth
To boast as a queen;” By author
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green returns
where deep snow prevailed
waking earth
from slumber,
tiny shoots begin their climb
with gentle sunshine
warm breezes
kiss each stroller`s cheeks,
sunlight spills
everywhere,
life awakens all around
with birdsongs on trees
joy unfolds
with dawn of each morn,
buds unfurl
gentle blooms,
sky is painted in bright tints
in spring of rebirth .
Hazel heart soul of gold
Amethyst art of story told
Indigo words speaking free
Kissing ears that hear breeze
Underneath the cherry blossoms
Singing birdsongs as we watch them
robin in the tree
water drops drip from branches
birds sing in the snow
Heidi Sands
3/29/25
(C)opyright
Although snow is still on the ground
Winter's reign is about to end
Spring will soon come around
Blooms and birdsongs will be the trend
Daffodils in golden hues
In crimson shades tulips rise
Lilacs give us pretty purple views
As hyacinths in pink arise
3-13-2024
Perhaps it was the leaves turning green.
Or, was it heather-blue skies above?
May have been sunset choosing between
ruffling red or apricot clouds with love.
It could have been the lovely birdsong;
quaint mockingbird singing his refrains,
breeze hugging trees as it skipped along,
raindrops gently kissing windowpanes.
Whatever it was, caused me to forget
your birthday--I'm filled now with shame.
However, I feel spring had an effect.
Those roses, I'm quite sure, are to blame!
At sunrise, the birds
sings, "I am okay, are you
okay?", all day they
just sing until sunset, birds
sings, "I am home, are you home?"
Date: 06/16/2019
The idiosyncrasies of a semi idolised biscuit is often symbolised by riotous clapping sessions. By camels who love to crunch. But a crunch is neither a cream, a crevasse, a cape nor is it a crammed carton. So in fact is it better to rise then fall or fall then rise? In many a disguarded apron lies the epitome of expertise in experimental expeditions. But not whilst cleaning out the shower for that brings forth notes and vast arias of synchronised sounds from the sink. A snoring is often akin to the sweet sounds from a cast iron twenty foot long boar. Whose epic dreams of parachuting are often thwarted by the passing of the seasonal shrouded shams. But this is never to be released by mr shampoo bottle as shampoo bottles are too simple to simplify and to simplify is to simply signify significant stirring sticks. And there is the glow from the morning brew. Winking. Waiting. Z harpsichordist Z at 33 feet looking for 8 pairs of socks. X c v b q x and a big rotating Z
Early morning psalms,
Praise the rising of the sun;
Chatter of the birds.
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