When she winks and gives me that smirk
It opens a labyrinth where my pleasure lurks.
I walk inside her eyes so kind
Into a garden of madness so divine.
Grapes that grow freely in the snow
Roses that flourishing in blazing glow.
Berries bustling in thick marl and clay.
Dogwoods that rise from the beach of the bay.
Polar bears juggling wild coconuts.
Dolphins on ice skates preparing to lutz.
Kangaroos pirouetting in ballet shoes.
A shark with a guitar singing the blues.
She cannot view all of the beauty I see
When the girl I covets has eyes for me.
Oh, come and see the miracle of life
to be uncovered now that it is March
while rebirth will prepare a Spring so rife
to bring us joy beneath its blooming arch.
Oh, come and see the buds all set to wake
as Snowdrops peak up from the melting snow!
While soon the Violets and Crocus take
their stand neath gold Forsythias warm glow.
Oh, come and see the lovely blooming trees-
Magnolias and Dogwoods standing tall
so full of blossoms swaying in the breeze-
until their pink and white soft petals fall.
While rebirth will prepare a Spring so rife-
Oh, come and see the miracle of life!
dogwoods of vermillion
augustness of waning summer lion
turquoise pools empty
My first cry echoed out
in a metallic hospital room.
The magnolias and dogwoods
were in full bloom. Through
the years I grew hardy and
strong. A car crash enlightened
me to my own mortality. It was
the beginning of the end. Little
by little I lost my grip on life,
spiraling on a downward trend.
Now I embrace a cold winter that
will never become spring.
In the early spring, the red sun rises
A warning to sailors of storms on the horizon
Cold mornings greet us with a shiver
But warm afternoons embrace us with a kiss
Different hues of green paint the landscape
As nature awakens from its winter slumber
Dogwoods bloom in shades of white and pink
A delicate dance of beauty unfolding
Star magnolia’s foliage once dotted with white
Mostly its beauty has on the ground landed
Months will pass before it again brings delight
When another first spring day comes so bright
The changing seasons bring a sense of renewal
A reminder of the cycles of life and growth
In this transition from winter to spring
We find hope in the promise of new beginnings.
Written March 20th, 2024....First day of spring
A flock of robins land
Devour all the worms
Eat the oak's acorns small
And swiftly disappear
Come again as spring enthralls
A flock of robins land
Upon the green front lawn
Trees suddenly revive
Green leaves slowly emerge
Nature begins to thrive
A flock of robins land
Soon dogwoods' blossoms white
Open at crack of dawn
It unfolds 'fore my eyes
Deers deliver those fawns
A flock of robins land
Their melodic songs touch
Upon frost-kissed cold grass
Symphony of joy on earth
Vibrant red breast contrast
Aspen leaves flutter like birds
as a breeze ponders the lake's surface
and I brush away a willow leaf of cold jade.
Soon there will be a face in the moon
with its familiar brow arched
over what should be cornflowers
now residing beyond the lambent braids
of feral rye and muscled hillocks.
A miracle in cerulean sprouts in distant concrete,
a bluebell behind a sheet of glass,
unaware of the secret I share with wildflowers,
nor a memory of snow where appeared
an epiphany of morning glories.
I stumbled a dandelion kiss
to be blown on one's lashes, but it disappeared
in a gust of diesel smoke, the shriek of pads
on brash steel.
The rings of felled dogwoods measure seasons
cyan skies ignore. Each spring revealed the promise
of lapis daisies, the rush of violets.
Late summer left barren spikes of amaryllis.
It's been many thaws since I awaited the shy crocus.
Posted 10/3/23
surrendering buds
delicate petals of may ~
veiled in bridal white
Down where lavender wisteria hangs
Dogwoods' white blossoms add grace and beauty
Wispy clouds fan brushed across could boomerang
Bring snow to springs' start, lay out death's duty
Remember when we walked across the field
Leaves of autumn crunching beneath our feet
The color of the trees was what appealed
Maybe to be alone, our love complete
Those red and yellow leaves seen were replete
Holding hands in anticipation then
Once behind the growth hidden in the glen
Your kiss 'pon my lips set dogwoods ablaze
Long as memory holds visit again
When autumn's angular sun shines its rays
Contest: Dizain Poetry
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Date: October 28, 2022
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Theme: Nature combined with human nature
glen-noun- valley
replete-verb-completely fill
sunset I'm leaving
the birds are headed my way
far past the dogwoods
beneath twinkly skies
out past the emerald lane
beyond Silver Lake
the gleeful hour waits
in peach sky rosy morning
where the birds sing sun
Traveling along country roads for many miles. Early morn's sun blinding my eyes. Outside chill blocked by the internal warmth of the truck and swiftly the miles fly by my eyes.
azaleas in blossom
spring green leaves begin to show....
buzzards circle high
An occasional far spaced farm then homes become closer together indicating
a small rural town. The beauty of spring inspired by man surrounds each home.
Dogwoods in white and some pink adorn their yards. So much pride shown in the surroundings. Passing a country town church sign "Find Hope This Easter".
hope springs in spring
roadside wildflowers flourish....
farmers plant their crops
Grancy greybeard(fringetree) and snowball bush decorate some yards. Such
refreshing species to add interest to our drive. Then we came around our home and down to the creek. I was welcoming the swallows that flew around us as we drove through the grass stirring up bugs. So delighted that they are back. I love their aerial antics and they eat so many bugs. Such a nice ending to my day out.
Entombed in the winter
to burst forth in April;
their petals bear shadows
of crosses and nails.
Some think Augusta;
I image Golgatha:
bread of life broken
and all that entails.
Gloried reminder of
what comes right after,
the dogwoods in springtime
burst into full bloom.
Moriah spared Isaac,
rejoicing with laughter,
Abraham’s seed springs forth,
prepares a room.
Bare winter trees begin to grow;
driving around, I watch nature's show.
shafts of light among taller, barren trunks
dogwoods blossom, a herald
as the woods come to life
Raindrops chase raindrops by design
and April beckons a flash flood.
The muddy streams now fill their banks,
daffodils and Bradford pears bud.
bird nests sporting eggs
yards gussied up for Easter
resurrection nears
March 20, 2022
Combination of Forms Contest:
“Crystalline- Kimo- Quatrain- Haiku”
Emile Pinet
Bird song symphonies
Interweave through trees
Adorned with blossoms.
The land, a mosaic
Of nature's splendor
The doting eye
Of the sun lands
Upon the blush
Of red dogwoods
Skins are out
Earthy smells
Cling to me
The days
Become
Lazy
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