bright yellow light bulbs
forsythia blooms in town
map of guiding light
Heidi Sands
5/1/24
(C)opyright
bold forsythia
happy to show your colors
wonderful yellows
Thursday, April 6, 2023
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
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
Yellow buds
begin to blossom
spring slipping in slowly
Forsythia
Yellow shrubs
so soon go green
hurry back next year
seductive Forsythia
neighbor's yard's on fire -
a blazing sunflower shrub
contrasts with my eyes
3/20/2019
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
We love our Golden Belle
Casting love in the sun
She has us in her spell
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 green sea monsters
How I wish forsythia will bloom all year long
My heart skips beats, my face smiles all day long
The power is thine; yellow-power like sunshine
As tiny burning bushes bombard me
with buttery bombs of joy
Forsythia, Forsythia, I sing as if to my beloved
Forsythia, Forsythia, small, bright, sun-colored
How could I fall in love with one sidelined to hedgerows
So long as Spring swings around, my admiration grows.
Written on 04062017; modified for CONTEST on 04/07/2017
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 refrain
But now's time for dampness like Noah's
A threat of tornadoes announced
The harshest of storms passed us by
Other threat now linger in the air
Will worldly goods take to the sky~ fly?
Only God knows the future
What will happen today is unknown
One thing I know is He loves us
He wants your heart for His home
Finis'
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 bower
"I shall make Sythia the name of a flower,
But there came sounds of roaring guns,
and the tall gallant youth knew war had begun!
Years passed, and many an hour the boy searched
patiently for an aureate flower. He searched
and searched til death was near, and the thought
of dying filled him with fear.
But, finally he found it round a bend and
softly whispering he said to his friend,
"This is for Sythia"!!
Frances Capici
December 2016
abandoned house
yellow branches graceful arch
a forsythia blooms
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 wakes
Yawning and stretching...she raises her head
To suddenly blossom, and stirs in her bed
Her sovereign beauty delights everyone
In faithful gold flowers...under the sun
A treasure of gold at the first sign of spring
For Carol Brown's contest...."Flowers of Spring"
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 that in our going memories will linger
For at least one generation children will see
Our lives lived down where the Forsythia blooms
(I know that the rhyming and syllable count is off)
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 inches high offering
Seasonings for some meat pie
The pear is full of tiny blooms
Leaves newly sprouting to springs tune
On the horizon in the rising mist
Pale pink color of spring's newest dress
Cindy has joined me trying to read
From my feeble attemt at po-e-try
She chews my pen then my thumb
She thinks I am food for her...she's so dumb
Roosters are crowing loud and long
Attracting a mate to rear some young
It is cold and getting colder
Better go inside and clothes fold--er
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