Her eyes draw a heavenly peace to mind,
Where the green color of the sea doth dwell.
Her face is a beauteous wishing well,
Which reveals her splendor to all mankind.
Her golden hair gently blows in the wind,
As she sails across the sea on a shell.
Any attentive viewer's eyes can tell
That her figure was carefully designed.
Zephyr and Chloris continue blowing
Their perpetual winds over her head.
The pink flowers of beauty keep flowing
Across the landscape in which she is led.
Towards the shoreline her seashell keeps going,
As the Hora of Spring robes her in red.
© 2020
Categories:
chloris, art, beautiful, beauty, birth,
Form: Sonnet
When does Chloris Arrive
The marigolds were a twitter
The tea roses were entranced
The faerie princess doing cartwheels
The lambs ears were brushing sweetly against each other
The brownies rapidly helping the ladybugs get onto their mushrooms
Chloris was to arrive in the afternoon
The sun was ready, waving hello.
The garden radishes were inspiring their carrot friends to grow
Everyone was in a tither, a dithering tizzy.
Yard had not been this excited since the dandelions popped up
The first day of Spring
The Goddess was coming!
There was exuberant joy, as the grasses
and gardens and flowers began their happiness dance.
She has not been seen in Elysian Fields for a whole year!
Categories:
chloris, spring,
Form: Imagism
Nemesis of well tended graveyards
flourish with abundant life—
luscious with nourishing reward.
Birds and worms feast without strife:
basking in the sun are ripe red tomatoes;
rivaled only by the soil’s full bosom potatoes.
Clouds of joy shed quenching spring tears;
Zephyros, Chloris and Carpus have been kind.
Life blooms in fullness without any fears;
butterflies daily hovering to rest and dine.
Only nature could have crafted such budding plots;
allowing us to be their plowing handmaidens;
and benefactors of their yielding—healing crops.
Blessed are we to have these earthly spring havens.
Categories:
chloris, analogy, beauty, environment, garden,
Form: Prose Poetry
Boreas laughs and of his power we will know
His breath in anger, a white blanket appears
He breathes out the north wind and snow
The master of cold and snow it appears
Zephyrus the calm one, sprinkles hope from the west
The bringer of hope, the father of fruit and of flower
From Boreas won Chloris, she loved him the best
Unlike his north brother, land didn’t devour.
Notus, jealous of the crops Zephyrus brings forth
Through summer he rages bringing storm from the south
Determined in storms to scorch the lands to the north
Flattens crops with hot winds when he opens his mouth
But Euros the unlucky one, is he weak is he wild?
Different from Zephyrus, Notus and Boreas that blow.
From the East, he is either violent or mild.
But insignificant it seems to his brothers, we know.
But the God of all says he will hold these winds back
If not, none would be saved.
For come the day he takes his Kingship back
The land with false gods will be paved.
© 25/12/2014
Categories:
chloris, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
Raging winds around her blowing
O that's the lassie of my heart [she's]
Braving angry winter storms [my]
Esteem for Chloris [but]
Remorseful apology
To Mary in heaven
Behold my love, how green the groves [I'm]
Up in the morning early [me]
Robbie Burns the Scottish bard [has]
News lassies, News
She says she loves me best of all.
© Hazel
All the lines in this verse are either Burns poems or songs..Mostly about the women he loved. I have added a few word at the end of some of the lines to make it easier reading.
Categories:
chloris, write,
Form: Acrostic