Long Crocuses Poems

In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day, a dashing young officer with a brilliant red uniform he...

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Our English Rose
by Michael R. Burch

for Christine Ena Burch

The rose is—
the ornament of the earth,
the glory of nature,
the archetype of the flowers,
the blush of the meadows,
a lightning flash of beauty.

This is my translation of ancient...

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These steep hills are part of me
Where I learned to ride a bike
And gazed over the industrial haze
And ice-dammed the steep melting  streets
So the toy boat couldn’t
Drift out of control downslope.

Now,  like snow...

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It was a glorious day in 1943,
The kind of day you wish to hug your children carefree.
The frozen Polish Winter winds were almost dying,
The golden promise of Summer made everything sing,

It was very sunny on...

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The moment winter softens into spring and all is melting, the first flower is the
white snowdrop poking through the snow, quickly followed by johnny-jump ups.
They are so cute and delicate in my patch of garden,...

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As the year thunders on the autumn days begin to get shorter the nights are early,
My old dog stretches out by a blazing log fire only turning over when he's too hot,
Arthritis is slowing him...

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She removed the drops of perspiration from her forehead with the back of her garden glove, leaving nature’s makeup in its place, a small streak of brown soil. As I stared at her, she put...

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As the year thunders on the autumn day's begin to get shorter the nights are early,
My old dog stretches out by a blazing log fire only turning over when he's too hot,
Arthritis is slowing him...

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Violet, a lovely lady, kin to Purple, can be a contradiction.
Between her fellows Red and Blue (yet more inclined to Blue),
she lies with a calm passion! Unique and unconventional is she!

A symbol of humility, through...

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The drum, the drum, the Druid in the East
The daylight shattering the glass of night
Behold the mead and cake that form the feast
Behold the glorious blessing of the light


The blazing gorse flames yellow on the...

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early morning …

as day blinked its eyes
I rowed the rickety little dory out -
smooth rivulets behind me in the mirror surface
slowly expired as I stopped in the middle
wrapping the misty silence around me
straining to remember...

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Hydrangea blues
                blooming in seven colors
              ...

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early morning
as day blinked its eyes
I rowed a little dory out - smooth rivulets
behind me in the mirror surface
I stopped in the middle
wrapping the misty silence around me
straining to remember the
town as it had been

yes,...

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I love this nasty game of a combination of
leisure and life where the trouble maker becomes the victim
and the product of that crafty pencil of our imaginations
is translated into a true life story told by...

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Air smelling lavender lily, in splash of wild flowers.
Bowers of rustic rosebuds, first love fragrance hours.
Cloudless skies exalt blue, fuzzed in luscious green.
Daffodils of yellow beams, bloom with night jasmine. 
Ephemeral path of blue birds,...

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As unique as fine crystal, soft shades, reflecting the many hues
 A plethora of color, rainbows appear in yellow, purple and blues
 Rain drops sparkle, like miniature diamonds, set upon the leaves
 The sun embraces...

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On a cold frosty night the moon hung in the dark sky like a silver sixpence,
Waiting for a bus that seemed to be hours late, wind dried my face I was cold,
While leaning on the...

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Bare of snow and ice we were
In the winter’s dwindling days
And we marked upon the calendar
The season’s changing phase

Eager things poked up their heads
To test the springtime air
Some colour in the flowerbeds
To grace a fairy’s...

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Fall

As hot summer closes cooling fall begins.
It sounds like the hollow bells of the coming winter.
A riot of color starts to coat the trees on the mountain as the days get shorter.
Fall crocuses emerge from...

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SPRING   SONG

When this  lovely vale  begins to spring back to life
Crocuses in blue and yellow  unfold their tender petals
And reach wide-fingered for the warming sunshine
While the daffodils jostle for attention...

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"there is no spot of ground that cannot be
 tamed into beauty and delight."  
                   ...

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Words in italic by Angeline Lim
Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks



Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
 
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the rainbow
 
Gently wipes away a facade
reveals a layer
hidden within
 
Pretty...

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Awaking nature screaming 
     “Springtime” are yellow forsythias

Brightly welcoming radiantly 
     glowing daffodils

Coloring gardens with scented hyacinths
     as well as fragrant lilacs with

Delightful...

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Spring

As Dark-Eyed Junco birds head north I know,
you’re not far behind with warmer weather in tow.

With an experienced artist’s colorful brush,
you skillfully paint away winter’s gray slush. 

Bringing sweet sunshine and cleansing rain,
ravaged Earth you...

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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...

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