In silence , a new leaf burst from a still node.
A tender touch of new life, revives a leaveless bough .
To mist full land from the dark dawn sky ,
New warm sun rays come and hit the road.
The earth wakes up from the lazy sleep , once again,
The old and sober mistfull cold weather die,
New freshness and fickleness , flow in nature's vein,
The Mother Earth have new flawless spring to show.
With bloom's scent or with buzz of buzy bumblebees ,
With vivid verdant vicinity or with chirps of nestling,
Outside the door , with frolicsome flower's floor,
Or with the core of unripe green mango sour !
Or with fresh wandering wanton winds , the spring
Try to embellish the entire earth with an enthralling glee.
Golden Sun sets , behind the strech of green trees
Void of forlorn silence form around , there's a lack of spree.
Tearing through the silence of sad hearts , a voice rise!
To clean the tears of crying sad hearts , a voice cries !
To bid adieu to the ceasing splendid spring ,
In nightfall , for last time , the nightingale sings.
Categories:
leaveless, 9th grade, beautiful, color,
Form: Ode
White frozen mist 'pon trees' bare limbs
Ice clings to leaveless branch
Limbs bend beneath the weight of cold
Fall to earth with a crunch
Winter's beauty cast its own spell
Snow glistens like diamonds
'Pon the stark silhouetted trees
Rest snow for ice cream viands
Written after reading Russell's
Crystallized Snow
Categories:
leaveless, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
There was a knock on my window, out of crusty lids I peared
It was no more that an old friend
A friendship revisited once a year
Her name was January with eyes as light as the New Year
As I swung open the window she clammored in
Greeting me with the leaveless branches adorn top of her head
Kissed me politely on the cheek and filled my world with her ambitious light
She took off her coat that was sequined with dry acorns and twigs from the bird houses
Out of generosity I offered a steamy cup of tea served from the China she led my family
To give to me on her New Year
Her icy lips cooled the tea allowing the bag to glide smoothly over the frozen liquid
Creating the perfect figure eight
Her eyes twinkled like a new born seeking its first glimpse at this new world that began
Its first today
I asked her of her escapades from the previous night
She gleamed about her lovers that gathered around her sparkle and communioned
With a kiss to mark a passion that in all hopes should last past this three sixty five
She teared at the lives who lost out on their very breath
That she should never live to see again
But she shall live always
Categories:
leaveless, fantasy, imagination, nature, time,
Form: Personification