Oh, yes, I feel that spring is in the air!
Though winter's letting go with stubborn care,
our spring dissolves new snow, so debonair,
assured that winter knows it cannot share;
of springtime's warmer sun it is aware.
As days are getting longer, we prepare
to welcome spring with spirited fanfare;
clean up the yard while we look everywhere
for waking buds that very soon will bear
new leaves and blossoms and their space declare.
Those varied pastel colors will add flare
to walkways and small gardens as we stare
at long-awaited beauty...springtime's prayer;
her new rebirth as winter's aftercare...
on time each year...miraculous affair.
Perhaps each season's a concessionaire;
each one provides the best for Earth's welfare.
Some color scenes are full, some leave them bare...
but springtime seems the best beyond compare!
Oh, yes, I feel that spring is in the air.
March 19, 2019
~1st Place~
Contest: A Brian Strand 1091
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 03/18/2022
Pierre was a billionaire living in BelAir
A most successful concessionaire
Handsomely suave and debonair
Loved reading excerpts from Voltaire
Played for hours games of solitaire
His favourite lair was in a cozy wingback chair
Savouring his Earl Grey with chocolate éclair
Loved to travel just about anywhere
His wife accused him of having an affair
With a stewardess high in the air
Turned out it was she dating a commissionaire
Though every night she said a little prayer
She got caught with her derrière in midair
Quite unaware of her disheveled hair
And how deep she fell in her own snare
Totally no panache or an ounce of flair
She thought life to her had been unfair
Since Pierre’s money she’d not get a share
It would all be left to an heir
One whose loyalty did not compare
Pierre’s cuddly pet, his rare mohair bear
On this fine day I do declare
Liars and cheaters do beware
Play your games if you dare
But if I have my way I swear
You’ll inherit only your fair share of despair
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Red is the colour of danger,
sometime you becomes changer.
You stand alone and can speak,
I saw you in his eyes,
that day was a bise.
You on my forehead stands
as a mark of all commands
that cause me a brands.
You who runs in me and
others is being shunned
in the name of caste that
leads to war in elate.
You are seen in rising bask
that you also stand unmask.
You are there everywhere
like a concessionaire.