Overlooking fields of flowers
The palettes of the Spring
Optic panoramas
I take in everything
Forsythias bright yellow
Croci violet
Tulips of all colors
It'd be better yet
If I could see them all with you
I'd pick a grand bouquet
And give to you one petal
To save and put away
But if this dream's not practical
Not possible today
I'll wait until the wind blows
And send a kiss your way
Categories:
forsythias, flower, for her, i
Form: Rhyme
time between seasons passes slow
Impatient we are as leaf buds grow
Carefree summer takes her time
A sudden chill - unwanted snow
As slowly the sun begins to climb
time between seasons passes slow
Crocuses bloom announcing Snowdrops
Daffodils come as a sudden surprise
Azaleas flower as bright as lollipops
Forsythias glow like a golden sunrise
time between seasons passes slow
Idle leaves deepen in rustic tones
Sun fires the chameleon call of fall
Scent of smoke - autumn chill condones
All is golden to enthrall
time between seasons passes slow
No longer remote winter blasts its way
Its beauty - snow on coal dark wood
Compensates for days of gray
As if somehow it could make good.
time between seasons passes slow
the time between the seasons
Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
forsythias, autumn, beauty, nature, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
"Roses rooted in the earth
Bud in rhyme and verses sage
Lilies laugh at joyous birth
Strewn across the patterned page"
Marigolds whisper their charm
By scripting a soft story
Daisies sway with sweetest smarm
Penning down their grand glory
Small red bells nod in assent
To the cadence of their rhyme
China roses' heads are bent
To the rhythm of vowel-chime
Daffodils, they smile in glee
Tingling, they craft a jingle
Tulips totter tenderly
Metered to gaily mingle
Magical magnolias
Murmur their divine ditty
Fun loving forsythias
Share their poems so pretty
All these stunning Spring flowers
Inspire with their dulcet dance
Watch and admire the powers
Of their Parnassian glance
05.19.2021
For M.L. Kiser's "The most beautiful flowers you've seen blossoming this Spring so far" contest
Categories:
forsythias, beautiful, flower, poetry, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Our sweet connection to
sunlit forsythias,
leaping squirrels, and
chirping chickadees—
deeper than a lifespan,
closer than a heartbeat.
Categories:
forsythias, animal, faith, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Away dashes the last frigid brush of winter
Beauty cannot wait to rise and greet the sun
Crocuses are first to break through barren soil
Daffodils display their lacy, yellow petals next
Even the iris is beckoned by warmth
Fragile blooms pray another frost will not come
Gardenias bestow their sweet aroma
Hibernating forsythias wake to grace the garden with gold
In these early weeks of spring
Junipers need time to develop fruit
Kindling and firewood are laid aside
Lovers saunter through gardens
Magical kisses are shared beneath the draping willows
Nests appear high in tall trees
Oaks are filled with robins and blue jays
Peace is found in a hike through the woodlands
Quickly, a red fox darts across the trail
Rabbits are his prey
Squirrels shake their fluffy, furry tails
Total bliss is found in nature’s rebound
Upon the trellis vines are sprouting
Violet morning glories wake to greet sunrise
Winter must remain dormant for nine long months
Xylem carries nutrients to thirsty leaves
Yearlings with dotted hides emerge from forests to graze
Zigzagging among bushes, hummingbirds joyfully welcome spring
*Written February 21, 2015
Categories:
forsythias, animal, flower, spring, daffodils,
Form: Abecedarian
Bounties advance spring has sprawled
Silvery gray skies with powder puff clouds
The last decline of winter has since been forgotten
Sweet calls embark to gather a mate
Reminiscent of yester years
Blushing seasons whispering a favorite tune
Golden forsythias now nearly in full bloom
I remember as a child taking some into my small hand
I was filled with sheer excitement to delight my Mother
And I did so
With teacup parties in my sand box
And shovels and pails that scooped a tunnel to forever
The familiar smells and comforting sounds
The lovely red-breasted robins shagging around
Paging out her goodnight weeps
As I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep
The long awaited wondrous season has begun
The day ceased with the closing of the sun
Categories:
forsythias, nature, nostalgia, seasons
Form: Bio
The maples blushed attempting to outshine
the flamboyant forsythias.
Willows wept strands of puce pollen.
The air lay damp, ponderous, pregnant
with the promise of peonies.
The mulched ground was pierce with spears of hyacinths;
crowned with dancing daffodils
and fragrant hyacinth.
The sweet ripe smell of manure meandered
through the freshly turned soil;
steaming in the morning mist.
Categories:
forsythias, nature
Form: Personification