Forsythia Poems - Poems about Forsythia

Forsythia

                bright yellow light bulbs
               forsythia blooms in town
                 

Forsythia

bold forsythia
happy to show your colors
wonderful yellows

Thursday, April 6, 2023

Forsythia

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

When the Forsythia Blooms

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

Spring

Yellow buds
begin to blossom
spring slipping in slowly
       Forsythia

Seduction

Yellow shrubs 
so soon go green

hurry back next year
    seductive Forsythia

Forsythia

neighbor's yard's on fire -
a blazing sunflower shrub
contrasts with my eyes

3/20/2019

My Forsythia

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
   

Forsythia

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

Forsythia

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

Forsythia

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

Forsythia

abandoned house
yellow branches graceful arch
a forsythia blooms

Spring Forsythia

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

Down Where the Forsythia Blooms

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

Down Where the Forsythia Blooms

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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