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I planted the Daffodils in the hills,
You were thrilled as daffodil flowers bloom,
Amonst the sunny summer fields,
Our room filled with perfume of golden yellow,
With view of dew crystals cover the meadows.
Oh joy....
You planted the Jasmine along the fences,
I loved the scent of white night flowers,
Our lives are entwined, two lovers devined, smitten by love.
I planted the Cypresses along the paths,
Across the way from the garden arches,
Amongst the white Jasmine arbors,
And blue Sweet Lavenders near the Junipers.
You were thrilled at the sights of yellow and gold,
Our hearts growed and filled with joy,
Amongst the pretty flowers and brown soils,
We toiled and planted in the sun.
Raindrops mist turn to showers in the early fall,
Water fills the swollen creek,
You were thrilled at the Golden Poppies,
Red bright petals peeked at the morning sun,
Amidst the sound of swishing hummingbirds,
Perching on the sweet vines of Morning Glories.
Spring came with her rain, it's drenching,
Pouring droplets and wet my face,
Rain water fills the over flowing brooks,
Storybooks of river runs in the sun,
Storms and vast gray skies whirlwind,
Amid the freshness, the signing of my heart,
As the Winter cold chill is over,
So far vast above the horizon.
Those Flowering Quints with Cinnamon mints,
Giving Spring mist blisses in mid Summer,
All over the garden, the flowers sprang,
All that then was consumed by my heart,
Green and blue the hues on facade turns,
As water churning, dancing in the pond.
You planted the Jasmine along the fences,
I loved the scent of all the fragrances,
Our lives are enriched and smitten then,
Amongst the herbs and flowers show,
In the middle of Daffodils meadows,
As you promised to love me so,
To no end .... 'til eternity.
Jieranai (Jeri) Maier
May-December @2003
Love’s Field Into the Future
Kevin Davis, 2026
The friends — Lady, Buzz, Needles, Sweety —
Returned each day to Love’s Field, freely.
They met old friends and new ones too,
And danced with all who wandered through.
Love’s Field was found by hearts that cared.
Ladybugs, flies, bees, hummingbirds shared .
The sky above; more creatures came,
Drawn by love and called by name.
Its magic left a golden heart mark
On every soul — a shining spark.
Old friends found hope, new starts began,
And flowers welcomed every one.
Love’s Field spread wide across the earth,
Awakening love, renewing worth.
Beautiful bush called tango hummingbird mint
Glows a fiery blue with oranges in a glint,
Hummingbirds, honey bees, butterflies too,
Love this plant with the orange and the blue.
I have been trying to buy these bushes for a while.
I am always polite and use my best smile.
I call them on the phone and give them my credit card,
Always out-of-stock, as these are amazing out in the yard.
I have come to a conclusion; there is only one way.
I have thought of it for a year, six months, and a day.
The only way to snag a tango hummingbird mint
Is to find a start off a neighbor, and not a skinflint.
Time has wrinkled our weeping faces,
never withered any of the embraces;
oh, how delightful is to walk again
down the path of youth and not fear
whatever fate brings upon us: joy or pain...
nothing can tear down what we hold dear!
Darling, how can we not miss our ling strolls...
listening to hummingbirds, smelling roses
and hum happily their sweet and lovely songs;
they got closer, we fed them breadcrumbs!
We were separated by tragic events,
cried alone but nobody was around;
we regret lost days and unsaid words...
no poet could have said them better than us
we have another chance to say them aloud:
let's hold hands and speak them and feel bound!
Another evening shows the same blazing colors
that amazed us as wonderful dreams took us far;
and we dreamt as if they would last a bit longer
and keep us always near: did we ever have doubts?
Today, we walk again down the path of youth,
little we knew it wouldn't have been smooth;
we lost our sweethearts, we long for friendship:
did our sparking flame die on that romantic trip?
Roses -delightful when they first appear
in spring
Roses –in my garden with multi hues
you sing
Roses – red and yellow, some pink, some tinged
with blue
My garden would be empty were it not
for you!
Roses -delightful in the summer still
to see
Roses rebirthing ; giving nectar to
the honeybee
Roses tantalizing hummingbirds
so small
Standing with such elegance, always you
stand tall
Roses – in the autumn even then I see
you bloom
Roses underneath the sun or dreaming with
the moon
Roses – until winter – perpetual
are you
I always know you will return. My love for you
is true
July 30, 2020
She crawled into her father’s lap…not long after her grandma died,
still trying to accept what happened…still a little teary-eyed.
They were on the porch in Grandma’s rocker…when they heard a familiar buzz.
“Daddy, are there hummingbirds in heaven?” She asked, “I’d like to know because…
that was Grandma’s favorite bird…she loved her hummingbirds so…
“Do you think there are there hummingbirds in heaven, Daddy…I’d really like to know?”
Her father started rocking…gently…slowly to and fro…
“Are there hummingbirds in heaven…” he mused…
”Let me tell you what I know…”
“Your Grandma talked a lot about hummingbirds…
from the time I was a little boy
She called them little hearts with wings…
fleeting little moments of joy.”
“A hummingbird doesn’t know all the words.”
Your grandma use to laugh
that’s why they hum instead of sing.”
She believed they are here to teach us how there’s beauty in the tiniest of things.
“Are there hummingbirds in heaven, you ask.”
I believe there are…and here’s the reason why…
hummingbirds are there to teach angels how to fly.”
“And knowing your grandma as we do.” He smiled
“Now that she has her angel wings…
I imagine as they are teaching her how to fly
she’ll be teaching them how to sing.”
I love to hike nature in the Spring time
and one of my favorite things is to gather wildflowers
such wonderous gems - wild and elegant
they grow in forests, meadows, and along roadsides
often I find them along quiet streams
I admire the tall purple coneflower
from the daisy family- so lovely swaying under the sun
and oh those divine eye-popping colors
their seeds spread and often they end up in gardens
blooming early summer to fall
and the bees, butterflies and hummingbirds
adore them, and I do too- so drawing them is sublime
Russet, Crimson and Golden colors adorn the spiraling
leaves that are falling so slowly and beautifully,
spreading over the landscape. They are making a natural
blanket, keeping the earth warmer, and covered for the
coming winter.
The sky colors are a less vibrant pale and gray, because
the sun has shorter daylight hours. The transition from
fall to winter is arriving, and less sunshine brings darker
days ahead... making you feel slightly melancholy.
The chipmunks have garnered their chestnuts and the
squirrels as well, as their preparation is finalized, for the
long freezing winter months to come. The Bears are
nestled in their dens, sleeping the cold winter away.
The Hummingbirds and Robins join the Geese, and bid
their farewells, as they start their migratory journey South.
You can hear the geese honking saying goodbye, as they
fly away in their V formation liked trained pilots in
formation.
The snow starts falling and the frost sets in. The wind
chill confirms it is winter, as the snow covers beautifully
the barren landscape. A glistening white overwhelms
your visual senses as far as you can see.
The running rivers flowing so free in the warmer months,
Mother Nature has reigned back. They are now motionless,
and frozen, and still.
Every living creature now seeks shelter from the cold, there
are no exceptions. Mother Nature is finished with winter,
now she is planning for Spring.
The Seasons will repeat themselves, and it will start all over
again.
Mother Nature Never Forgets
Michael Tor
CHILDREN OF THE MIDSUMMER GARDEN
Dreamy midsummer comes to the garden
Leaving her perfume so intoxicating
Colors float up – bounce like a fountain
Autumn comes soon – a lady-in-waiting.
What can you say about fragrant Rose?
So beautiful her face wherever she grows –
Sometimes she climbs, or lives in gardens,
Her sharp thorns we will pardon.
Gallant Scarlet Pimpernel,
Grow anywhere far as we can tell,
Popping up in places unexpected
Yelling “Surprise!” He’s quite unaffected.
Baby’s Breath – so light, so airy –
No scent surrounds you, no perfume;
Delicate child of summer meadow –
A wreath of flowers comes in bloom.
Bright pink and purple, blue and soft white,
Pretty Petunia won’t hide from the light;
She likes the heat – humidity too –
Welcoming all dressed in her vibrant hues.
Shy Hydrangea loves the shade
Wearing a hat of tiny blossoms;
Hidden away in her secret garden
Thankfully never forgotten.
Larkspur blue conceals a pocket –
Hides her nectar there;
But only with cousin Delphinium
Her secret she readily shares.
Sweet Pea clambers up a trellis
Wearing flowers – pink, lavender or white;
Decorates brick walls or plain wooden fences
On delicate vines – a fragrant delight.
Flowering Stock known by so many names
But her spicy perfume to all the same;
Though she may go by many an alias,
Her true self we see in her flowers so various.
Bright Lobelia doesn’t care,
Sunny or shady, makes home anywhere;
Tiny flowers of lavender or blue –
Always smiling in any hue.
Simple flower, such an innocent face,
For children making Daisy chains;
Flower of friendship – predicting love –
“Loves me – loves me not,” a favorite game
Zinnia grows in so many places,
Loves to skip across dry prairie places;
Attracting hummingbirds and bright butterflies,
Always searching for sun in the sky.
Radiant Ranunculus shines like sunshine,
Lustrous face, dazzling smile;
In landscape borders or in bouquets,
Returns every year – so versatile.
The desert of El Paso, Texas is never second best.
Several species of feathered friends choose here to build a nest
Hueco Tanks State Park is a great place to visit
Birds and other animals make their homes right in it
At sunrise one morning, I saw a wondrous thing,
Perched on a cactus was a Gambel’s Quail,
Like he was
Ambassador of Spring.
A plump belly and chestnut sides
distinguished him from all the rest
He wore a cinnamon-brown crown
and
comma-shaped, forward-facing crest
Sixteen young Quail and their mother formed a covey
I saw him bringing up the rear
Looking for anything suspicious
Never showing fear
I saw Hummingbirds and White-Tailed Dove
I heard a House Finch Sing.
But no bird was like Gambel’s Quail
Ambassador of Spring
02/23/2021
Written for Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France