Long Crocus Poems
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emerges from burrow
sunrays fade through graying clouds
early spring crocus
2/1/2022
Groundhog Day (Pennsylvania German: Grund'sau dåk, Grundsaudaag, Grundsow Dawg, Murmeltiertag; Nova Scotia: Daks Day)[1] is a popular North American tradition observed in the United States and Canada on February 2. It derives from the Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if a groundhog emerges from its burrow on this day and sees its shadow due to clear weather, it will retreat to its den, and winter will go on for six more weeks; if it does not see its shadow because of cloudiness, spring will arrive early.
This is a poem request for a Spring poem, that I put on my Instagram account Daisy Meadows 2023
SPRING
All seasons have something I love about it,
But I think Spring is a favourite for me,
Spring, when everything comes to life.
Bright coloured blossom on the trees,
There's tulips, crocus and daffodils galore,
With their delicate petals,
A site I adore.
The frost has disappeared,
The Spring returns, helping the land,
Awakening the earth from the wintery days,
And the light days return,
In this amazing phaze!
The chirping birds reappear,
Wonderful morning songbird,
Is so sweet to hear.
We welcome the sign of the Spring,
How it renews and transforms,
Such a delight it brings,
With a light and gentle breeze,
The season for me is Spring!
S - Splendid are those images of spring's rebirthing sign.
P - Phenomenal when first we see red robins make the scene.
E - Eye-catching is each budding limb and wakened tender vine,
C - captivating us with subtle springtime's haze of green.
T - Thrilling so are vivid tulips, daffodil delights;
A - amazing crocus, violets, forsythia galore.
C - Classic warming, lengthening of each new day ignites
U - unrivaled joy for springtime season long awaited for.
L - Luxurious the thrill of hope in every heart and soul,
A - astounding us as dormant seeds awake and then implore
R - resplendent spring to rise and resurrect from winter's dole.
January 15, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Spectacular Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 01/21/2016
The first word of each line is a synonym for 'spectacular'
Iambic Heptameter (7 feet per line)
Crocus, like a purple diamond,
Golden pollen-jewels within;
Sensational; seducing; and
Enrapturing my home garden…
Daffodil, cheering with delight,
As gorgeous as a butterfly;
Golden-yellow and pink perfect,
And in orange stood skillfully…
Tender tulip touching, teasing,
Tempting, tearing till total tired;
Every weather change resisting,
Remained in my garden enthroned…
'Lily of the valley' like little pearls,
As though flimsy, fairy frail flumes,
With aromatic nectar gels,
Adorned my garden with full blooms…
Just like a young ball python's skin,
Stood the snakehead fritillary;
Sober, somber, serene, solemn,
Conveying complete harmony...
There's hyacinth in my garden,
within so short a time she bloomed;
With royal honorableness,
Her magnificence she revealed...
There bloomed the beautiful bluebell,
Whom my neighbor-nun, highly loved;
And always adorned her chapel,
A vase-full of it well-arranged…
I have seen these flowers blooming,
Like small stars serenely strolling;
I have heard too their blossoming,
As silent as silence sleeping...
9th May 2021
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So Far Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth."
Quote by - Constance La France
Each season has its own highlights
Flower life starts at the roadside
Coltsfoot, which humans classify as weed
A lovely sign of spring
Shrubs, trees and flowers come to life
everything germinates and grows
wood anemone, crocus and snowdrops
- a spot in the garden
Plants maintain the balance of life
Choosing a favorite is hard
Summer is a glorious spectacle
- when the blossoms explode
Time for a long hibernation
Preparing for the coming frost
Winter plants ice roses on the window
- creates sense of wonder
The decay and rebirth cycle
means everything is connected
With strength back into every living cell
- It feels as pure magic
I so love an amber hazy forest
and strolling the winding paths bathed in bright colors
I love the fallen leaves of crimson and rust
the bird twitters and peeps- oh, such sweet callers
flying is a fire bird who is quite a scarlet charmer
oh, the forest is full of wonder and sights
and the the smell of dark umber earth delights
deep in shadows I find a saffron crocus
a yellow that only grows in autumn
and not far ginger grows in the cool shade
I think this was once a garden quite winsome
now I find, trailing vines with pumpkins
so tired, I close my eyes and breathe in the sun
leaning on a tree with bark the color of cinnamon
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September 11, 2017- Edit and Repost February 21, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/The Forest
Copyright Protected ID 09-1331-191-11
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, All Yours (Feb 23)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/23/2021
First Place
1448 Newly Posted Poem 3-2-26
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~storms~
gathering furies
wild winds whistle through pine boughs ~
finches feast on birch seeds
streams of freezing rain
leaves slippery signatures
finches feast on birch pods
~rain~
pounding winter rains
bathe the thirsty desert sands ~
wildflowers bursting
drumbeats of raindrops
reverb in wind symphony ~
drip plop splash gurgle
~ice~
thin icy edges
winter white moustache ~
platinum hoar frost
thick coats of blue ice
blanket every barren twig ~
snow melts winter blinks
~snow~
ribbons of snowflakes
flow in a gossamer gown ~
ruby skies crackle
across the smooth ice
dainty snowflakes pirouette ~
bare birch boughs applaud
~spring~
tumbleweeds rumble
springtime sprawls across prairies ~
precious gift of rain
crocus shout greetings
as snowdrops push through snows ~
blustery mischief
white plum blossoms laugh
tickled by wiggling raindrops ~
gold and grey skies dawn
Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?
And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age."
Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.
There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair:
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.
When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without wings...to leave that flower in the bitter cold?
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?
SPRING PERFUME
New
life peeks
through the snow,
flower faces
laughing in sunlight:
crocus, snowdrop,
daffodil,
never
old.
How
did I
wakeup here
in this pristine,
dreamlike atmosphere?
The smell of ice
sweet spiced with
fragrant
blooms.
Copyright February 25, 2022
Autumn's Vibrant Meadow
Nothing compares to waking to a
meadow of many shades of greens
and browns full of vibrant magical
colors of autumn's flowers
A picture perfect scene of the
many that holds a serene feel
So infinite in the shades and hues I
glimpse out in awe of the chrysanthemums
of reds, oranges, and peaches
Saffron yellow crocus, golden sunflowers,
pansies from the warmest oranges to
scarlet reds flamboyant crotons
Purple and pink asters, the stunning
Dianthus reds and purples,
carnations a wide range of hues
of every color in the rainbow
None of these glorious colors
pale in the chill of the blushing morn
While each holds its own unique
sweet smell of warm spices,
autumn leaves, honey, tempting
every honey bee for miles
Together these scents float on the
morning breeze carrying
a carnival of fragrances
Nature truly has outdone herself
on autumn days like this
almost taking my breath
with its beauty
Date written - 10/27/2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 - Flower or Flowers -
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode