Forsythia Poems - Poems about Forsythia

bright yellow light bulbs forsythia blooms in town ...

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bold forsythia happy to show your colors wonderful yellows Thursday, April 6, 2023...

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A big ball of sunshine sat on the side of the road Forsythia bloomed with happiness, it showed Spring will be here to stay one day soon As the flowers will dance to the bird's tune Colorful new beginnings will then surround The land where bountiful beauty is found Heidi Sands 4/28/22...

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I shall return to the meadow When the forsythia blooms, Daffodils, too, in sunny yellow I shall return to the meadow Slowly turn to catch my shadow, And pick some fresh mushrooms I shall return to the meadow When the forsythia blooms. written February 25, 2022...

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Yellow buds begin to blossom spring slipping in slowly Forsythia...

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Yellow shrubs so soon go green hurry back next year seductive Forsythia...

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neighbor's yard's on fire - a blazing sunflower shrub contrasts with my eyes 3/20/2019...

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She was called Forsythia Born on the first of spring Hair spun of yellow gold Her presence made us sing New life on horizon In beauty may she grow Radiant diviner Perennial tableau She was called Forsythia ...

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FORSYTHIA II Jostling with ubiquitous crocuses First leaves in forest, farm, or home First greens of spring reveal The most eager petals I know - My springtime “friend” uplifts me with myriad-sunned, golden yellows. Early summer heat will bring larger leaves around us And green will overwhelm my favorite firsts My yellow bush fires: my yellow suns alas! Will be swallowed by...

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A few yellow blossoms opened The strong forsythia survives Fog has slowly dissipated But damp on the magnolia thrives There was no way of knowing how Rains would pour from dark cloudy skies Then a blast of cold would assault Gold blooms brought to a quick demise Overnight stormy skies poured rain Those pink buds on star magnolia Spread forth to sing a soft...

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Forsythia Do you know why Forsythia is named? I, in my imagination, know why 'tis famed. Sythia, a lass of beauty and fine grace, won the heart of a youth of noble race. Never had he seen a face so fair and never such a flow of golden hair, Do you know why 'tis hand oft he said to her under a...

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abandoned house yellow branches graceful arch a forsythia blooms...

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She survives through the winter, but she seeks no favors Peeking through the green Rain is her friend, she comes in the spring Inviting the sunshine, to smile on her face Nothing can rival, her bright golden grace Gladness she brings, to each vibrant place Forsythia's splendor Of her bright yellow swirls Reaches the sunshine when the thaw breaks Subdued and dormant, she suddenly...

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Down the road where the Forsythia bloomed Bright yellow despite dark clouds amassed Flooding rains, thunder, lightening flashed Touched with sadness for home removed Spirits of hardy souls still live Floating shrouds mixed with the rain Hear their voices in the howling wind Feel their presence in Bamboo Chimes again On days like today with gray_flooding Winds that chill_sleep elusive One bright spot offers assurance_comfort Knowing...

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Down where the Forsythia blooms Birds of Spring sing a tune Each species calls to its mate Come to me and corpulate Soon baby birds will give a chirp Begging for the abunbance of newborn bugs As the jet streaks across the sky Birds fly across the woods close by In the window boxes on the porch French Tarragon leaves does sport Six or seven...

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