Long Redbreasts Poems
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A palette of sounds, smells, and colors;
Spring fills the canvas of my mind
with Her stoic beauty.
And once more, Her fabulous frescos,
fuel my passion for impressionism:
when She dapples Winter's wet stucco
with vibrant splashes of color.
And my heart is stimulated
by Her earthy sweet-scented breath.
Nothing feels as refreshing
as a Spring shower;
the feel of renewal
is encapsulated within each drop.
Robin-Redbreasts and daffodils;
early harbingers of Spring,
magically, change the landscape.
Flowers bloom in copious colors;
and songbirds add a vibrant pulse
to the heart of Spring!
I cherish Spring's sweet smile;
for smiles are made of hope:
and hope is the promise of Spring.
Winter wrinkles while showing signs of age:
but under banks of snow, it's tough to gauge.
Although Spring showers are mostly sprinkles,
while showing signs of age, Winter wrinkles.
Robin Redbreasts arrive just before Spring,
anticipating the warmth that She'll bring.
And spreading the word that Nature's alive:
just before Spring, Robin Redbreasts arrive.
Trilliums sprout in the forest cutbacks,
while the river ice buckles, forming packs.
And when Winter wrinkles, looking worn out:
in the forest cutbacks, trilliums sprout.
No longer white, Winter's a sullied grey,
Her crystalline beauty melted away.
And now, under the sun's extended light,
Winter's a sullied grey, no longer white.
Waiting in the wings, there's a feisty Spring
with daffodils pulling at Her heartstrings.
As dripping icicles give up their bling,
there's a feisty Spring waiting in the wings.
Crocuses crave caresses from the sun,
as soon as April showers melt the frost.
And as raindrops announce springtime's begun,
flowers sprout, and Winter covers get tossed.
Songbirds start serenading sunny days
while priming and preening their feathered chests.
And happily basking in the sun's rays,
Robin Redbreasts begin building mud nests.
Forests of trees deploy emerald leaves,
to capture sunbeams streaming toward Earth.
And with each ray a sprouting plant receives,
opportunities grow for life and birth.
Nothing in Nature is ever random,
sunshine and showers arrive in tandem.
Snowdrops are eager to sprout in the spring,
while creeks fill with smelts and trout in the spring.
Deciduous trees don sweaters of green,
as trillions of buds fill out in the spring.
Sweet sap starts rising in sugar maples,
flowing to ease Winter's drought in the spring.
Migrating geese announce their homecoming,
with honks declaring their route in the spring.
Sweet songbirds soon begin to fly back north,
leaving Winter's stay in doubt in the spring.
Japanese cherry blossoms bloom in pink
petals, that fall all about in the spring.
Robin Redbreasts begin building mud nests;
bears emerge, thin and less stout in the spring.
Butterflies and birds beautify the scene,
as the children laugh and shout in the spring.
Let this verse of Emile now find its peace
with Nature's rebirth devout in the spring.
Robin-Redbreasts evoke Spring
through the melodies they sing.
And on a grey, cloudy day,
their songs chase the blues away.
While April rains quench Earth's thirst,
Robin-Redbreasts arrive first.
And decked out in red and black,
bring a splash of color back.
When green clashes with white snow,
Robin-Redbreasts start to show.
And flaunting their crimson breasts;
they begin building their nests.
Their yellow beak and black head;
offset feathers tinted red.
A welcomed flash of color;
ascends on Winter's squalor.
Hunting at the crack of Dawn;
they tug earthworms from the lawn.
And ignore us when we're near;
knowing they've nothing to fear.
Snowy fields are disappearing fast,
Patches of green are starting to last.
Robin redbreasts are the first to nest,
Indicating we'll soon see the rest.
Northern winds morph into warm breezes,
Gently ensuring life unfreezes.
Ice starts to thin in the streams and lakes,
Shuttering and groaning as it breaks.
Cold nights warm as longer days begin,
Offering spring a chance to creep in.
Migrating geese head home, as they fly
In numbers so great, they fill the sky.
Noisy honks seem to propel them forth,
Growing louder as they head back north.
Smelts and trout swim up rivers and creeks,
Only spawning for a few short weeks.
Odors take on a sweet earthy smell,
Now, wafting from where daffodils dwell.
(Acrostic)
3/19/2017
March comes wrapped in a fleece of snow,
on which Dawn casts a golden glow.
And Robin Redbreasts tweet hello,
a sure sign Winter will soon go:
as Spring showers fetch a rainbow.
Spring applies a basecoat of green
when adding color to the scene.
And while sprouts flaunt a misty sheen,
blue skies shift to aquamarine.
Pussy willows begin to bud
as crocuses pop through the mud,
and meltwaters set creeks to flood.
And cherry blossoms bloom in pink,
offering butterflies a drink.
My favorite season is Spring.
Spring's fragrant, scented breezes blow,
as sunsets get tinged tangerine.
And raindrops form Nature's lifeblood
while the soil acts like a heat sink:
fostering flowers May will bring.
For many long months, life has been buried under a white duvet of snow
but in mid-March, the weather slowly begins changing for the better.
The winter doldrums start to recede as the snowmen melt away
and on a warm sunny day, the sunlight feels so exquisite
nature composes melodies for the robin redbreasts
that serenade life with a rhapsody of sweet tunes.
Spring fuels fantasies by filling lovers' dreams
with pretty butterflies and scented breezes.
Colorful flowerbeds bloom together
in gardens or wild in empty fields
and it's such a joy to see them
color returns to my cheeks.
Inspired by renewal
hope rejuvenates,
for nature is
a pathway
to my
soul.