Quote By Poet "When winter goes to sleep, spring awakens."
cold
white snow
nature sleeps
winter arrived
sleeping until spring
snowman now melts
flowers bloom
birds sing
spring
All flowers bloom to face the sun -
a stage of their growth bound to stun.
Each bud blooms with magnificent glory
til’ death ends their story.
Nature’s growth can stir beholders.
Flowers are truly smile molders.
The lowest spirits can be uplifted
by flora God gifted.
Flowers do face winter decay
but cycles bring no woe their way.
Blooms fully feel pleasure when in season
and know death holds reason.
Should no one gaze upon a bloom
it would still exist void of gloom
for all the creatures having need of it
fulfill each bit of it.
Decay and rebirth are the way
God’s seasons divinely display
temporary wonders for man's pleasure.
Joy holds each bud's measure.
“Spring is when life's alive in everything.” Christina Rossetti
Springtime Splendour
SPRING TIME UNDER VISIBLE WAY
Radiantly making headway
To carpet the hills with deep green
And sprinkle beauty across land
A BEE COMES DANCING EAGERLY
From midst of its honeyed perfume
To a park with flowers in bloom
To seek nectar for its beehive
BIRDS COMING DOWN EARNESTLY FREE
Are welcome to their breeding grounds
With open arms and joyful heart
Until time for them to depart
GOLDEN HYACINTH, IRIS, JASMINE, KALMIA
And many more, comely flowers
Adorn the alleys and park side
Nature`s sensory springtime pride
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There's a place without walls
for those that swear that they are floors.
and oh how they died like a flowers bloom
they lie so still in forgotten tombs
Its not to late to care.
I know a place where we could go.
It feeds on your fear to sooth your soul
here's all the words you were trying to say
its not polite to stare
Oh how you'll die just like the flowers bloom
a bride less vow underneath the full moon
its not to late to run
Spring Monoku
spring shine spreading carpets of greens with flowers in bloom, joy for the heart.
flowers bloom in brilliant hues~flirt with bumblebees powdered with pollen
Grisha and Judy have gone to sleep
Without us tomorrows will walk the same step
The cliffs of Dover won’t get more steep
We won’t weep more tears than we have wept
The Chiltern hills won’t become more green
The sky over the house won’t depict more blue
Your roses won’t bloom more red than I’ve seen
And forget-me-nots I’ll forget, so will you
Judy and Grisha is just one more story
This world has in plenty for a garden bin
And every morning comes a garbage lorry
To help this world with another spin
What will become of us, is not ours
In the sleeping time the earth feels like new
Judy and Grisha grow in time of flowers
In the early spring, like they used to do.
‘Pon taxpayers a tad more trust,
On tax kitty a tad less lust,
Tax that dulls no young dream,
Gathers cream just from brim,
Tax too shy to assume,
Lets thousand flowers bloom,
A tax is no broom to clean dust.
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Happenings |04.05 2015, revised February 2025|
Not that the greed of the governments would let them heed to this unwanted advice. But this ditty is still hopeful, may in case….Wish, it reminds them of what WB Yeats once said: ‘Tread softly because you tread on my dreams'…. First written in 2015, ten years later the ditty is still hopeful.
The flower blooms,
Petals unfurl,
A beacon of beauty,
Sometimes in a harsh world.
The poetic muse,
Takes flight on the breeze,
Words dance and shimmer,
Like leaves in the trees.
Ideas take root,
Branching and growing,
A garden of verses,
Where emotions are flowing.
Embrace the colours in your world
(Let the flowers bloom like rainbows)
By Michelle Morris
02/04/2024
Embrace the colours in your world
Let the flowers bloom like rainbows
Feel the hope spread in your being
Feel the light spread with joyous knowing
Your heart ignites your love
Your soul ignites your light
You are starlight and stardust
You are the Universe's delight
Embrace the colours in your world
Let the Universe inspire you always
For you are atoms of magic and mystery
A miracle that lives gloriously each day
© Michelle Morris, 2024
On the forest’s edge, colorful blooms thrive,
Startling my spirit, wakening my thirst,
For more than just a glimpse so I’ll survive,
Mystery of pines, laurels so well versed.
Trembling within me, a heartfelt prayer,
Dreaming of fate beyond this quiet path,
Kissing back the dew from soft dawn’s affair,
Seeing the urgency of twilight’s wrath.
While sun breathes out a trail of frothy vines,
Caressing the soul with its gentling song,
Pouring out hope that her blessing defines,
Crooning peace, lingering her whole lifelong.
Forest reveals silence who reflects stars,
While shadows will write the forest’s memoirs.
Poetic flowers,
They bloom in my thoughts
As I walk through-
A lush field of colors other than green
Hearing the buzz, of the honey bees
Having a sniff, at a gentle rose,
Specifically scented, just for my nose
Then sun sets in,
And flowers stop blooming
When you think of flowers
blooming you think of the
stages they have to go through-
toget to the point of being
admired by rhe world, even
captivating a lover's eye-
as if it is waiting to be plucked and cherished eagerly.
But the ones I cherish
bloom in my heart. You planted
them there so unexpectedly.
From a seed, you planted an idea.
From a sprout, you guided me to reach
towards the sky. You water
me daily, feed my soul, nuture my
sprouts- encouraging me to
grow strong and tall.
And when I am resilient to
all weather conditions-
I bloom.
I transition into the best version of myself.
And when winter comes and
withers me away- I come
back again, each version better than the last.
You are the curator to the
garden of my soul- I will
always appreciate your decision to choose me
to plant as your beautiful garden.
Flowers bloom in the rising sun
In the whispers of the immortal rebirth of the earth
The winter storms have passed away
Giving way to the peaceful spring day
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