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*For Deborah Guzzi's The Twining Contest...
*Co written with Linda-Marie Bariana
"Calendar Caviar"
Windy Winter,
Snowy, chilling cold,
Shivering frosty flakes blow.
Winter runs from Spring peeking back
With childlike eyes, seasons hide and seek.
Showery Spring rains,
Thunder, lightening on window panes,
With patriotic claims to so inflame.
Summer beckons breezes wave,
Vacations in deep warmth enslave,
Autumn delights with changing leaves.
Trees must answer with colors of
Yellow, orange and red; Fall daze.
Nature's Royal Flush,
a potpourri of season's flair,
The shining star, of calendar caviar.
As the Robins dart across the grass
Ignoring the clouds of gray
Cold breeze and cold dry air
Every so often they bob their heads
Eating a bug or seed something to me unseen
The Redbuds that in the wild do grow
Begin to show their true colors
Along the roads as about our lives we go
Awaking soon to different shades of green
They'll fill the artist's canvas of woods
Each tree shows its beautiful or knarled
Structure that's not now hidden by leaf or flower
Some being stately and others
Seem to be dower some look as
Though being crownded or shaped
By ice storm or children playing on tender limbs
Soon the full canvas will be painted
With all the colors of spring bringing
To mind love and romance of the springtime
A time of sunny days with just enough warmth
Color, aroma, and scent of spring flowers
To fill all hearts with those desires..amore
Form:
Sun shining on a spring day
Grass spent months under winter’s snow
Reaching for the sky
Hoping for that one last sunbeam
Desiring a moment of warmth
Streams covered with ice
Thaw into distant rivers
Feeding fields as they flow by
Plants and trees spread into life
Showing a beauty hidden by the icy cold
Flowers burst through the ground
Hues and tints not remembered
Brought back to the imagination
Turning empty hillsides into palettes
Painted by brushes created at the start of time
The colors grow and fade
As the time of summer comes and goes
And once again
The beauty and color of life
Hides beneath a white blanket
Waiting for that one moment
For the sun to return on another spring day