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Spring in her step, she’s stepped into spring;
Long silence lapsing, she’s longing to sing.
Keying the lock, she unlocks the keys,
Soothing sweet sonnets, soft melodies.
Tuning her pitch, she pitches her tune;
Heavenly choirs, splendidly crooned.
Flirting with flowers, she flits through the hours,
Blossoming, blooming, testing her powers.
Birthing, unearthing breathtaking views;
Ballooning, expanding, melodious muse.
Loamy rich overtones, lavish, lush spoils,
Overtures plenty - turned in the soil.
Pleasantly following phonic pursuits,
Soulful production of flavorful fruits.
Knowingly rises, ascended, arose;
A rose’s sweet scent awakens the nose.
Arranged like a rainfall, like bells on a roof;
Sonically soaring - aloft, not aloof.
Like slipping through sieves with clever deceiving,
Looming in view, a loom that she’s weaving.
Minding her time, she needs no reminding;
Bound for a spell, she’s simply spellbinding.
Taking a breather, she puts on the brakes.
Shuttering shuddering, tremulous shakes;
Tenacious timbre, tremendous takes,
A garden of glorious growth in her wake.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written 03/21/2022
A single leaf, adrift on windswept air,
Descends from boughs where summer held its sway,
A vibrant hue, now tinged with autumn's care,
It dances down, to greet the fading day.
It whispers tales of sunlit, leafy green,
Of gentle showers and the robin's song,
A silent witness to the woodland scene,
Where ancient roots have held for ages long.
Now soft it rests upon the mossy ground,
A humble shroud for seasons past and gone,
Yet in its stillness, beauty can be found,
A quiet end, till spring begins anon.
So, let us watch this fragile, falling leaf,
That like human life spins for short while brief.
A dense fog envelopes the valley today
The scene seems supernatural,
straight out of a fairy tale
Even as Nature's song plays out...
A light breeze brushes the bushes
and rows of roses regale with their refrains,
Lilies lilting to the lyrics of aurora allure the muse
Dahlias dally in a delicate dance
And merry marigolds move to the music of the morn
Chrysanthemums croon along in an enchanting cadence
Spring has arrived to perform its sonata...
Bougainvilleas belt out the blues
Cherry blossoms cheer and chant the chorus
Jubilant jasmines jive joyously in unison
Happy hyacinths harmonise in their psychedelic hues
Birdies chirp, squirrels squeak and doves warble,
adding their bit to this Spring composition
The fog lifts, lighting up the chromatic vale...
The Master Director of this orchestra is to be praised
for bringing out the best music Spring can ever produce.
Winter wails
Dark falls of rain on every door knock
Thunder and lightning ally with fog
Sliding snow clothes cold trees
Heavy storm and wild wind wander in the street.
Spring sighs
Golden shining sun shyly winks
Pretty flowers in the breeze swing
Rainbows boastfully surf the sky
Retired old clouds hide high and high.
Summer smiles
Crystal curly waves stroke the blue sea face
Glowing red roses bow to lovers in grace.
Stars and moon celebrate wedding nights
Blossoming hearts grow blissfully at first sight.
Autumn chills
Pale shaky leaves trees shake off
Whining sky clouds over on and off
Giggling goodbye butterflies wing its way
Melodious and vibrant birds now have no say.
March 1st, 2013
I walked by the light pink tulip
thinking about life and friendship
When I heard all the songs around,
The chorus of bird's pleasant sound
There's something with the start of Spring
Beginnings and prayers, church bells ring
A chance to do things in new ways,
from lessons learned, unfolding days
Life is like a book of its own
with memories of places flown
Broken trust like a winter branch
Now healing from each avalanche
Refreshing, warm, and beautiful
Songs that lift the heart and fulfill
I learned to look at the moment
Pay attention to the time I spent
Spring time songs, a gift to behold
Gratitude blooms, never gets old
Heidi Sands
5/9/26
*8 Syllables
(C)opyright
SPRING NOTES
I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird
or the rising of the sun on a misty morning.
There they are, and they are beautiful.
Pete Hamill
Spring
((tanager)) ((cardinal))
notes, each branch.
((robin)) ((bluebird)) ((bunting))
Tiers of colorful confetti.
((oriole)) ((grosbeak)) ((chickadee)) ((kiskadee))
~ Virtuous Winter covered in blue ~
((goldfinch)) ((kinglet)) ((sunbird)) ((crow)) ((thrush))
~ Snow angels spread their wings in hatch ~
((dove)) ((nightingale)) ((lark)) ((swallow))
Choir all the rave, dispatched, after long retreat.
((warbler)) ((wren)) ((meadowlark)) ((sparrow))
Greenery at its peak, beaks held high, majestic conductor.
((grossbeak)) ((tit)) ((jay)) ((kingfisher)) ((bullfinch))
Sweet songs of longing, life, death, in the warmth of the sun.
2/17/2021
SPRING BIRDS
Sponsor: Constance La France
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
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Crafty moon sends her light, gently nuzzling
Rustling in the winds, songs of peace and praise
Endless dreams swaying, dancing, in full swing
Fairytale wishes fade as starlight prays
Where love sought her kiss, beneath angel’s wings
Rustling in the winds, songs of peace and praise
Hopeful bursts of grace still the swords of kings
Washing away shadows with light that glows
Where love sought her kiss, beneath angel’s wings
Songs of passionate nights stir life that knows
Beautiful tears, kindness, restoring hope
Washing away shadows with light that glows
Melodies in rich rose teach minds to cope
Winter fades into spring’s breathless debut
Beautiful tears, kindness, restoring hope
Nirvana of grace stirs life, all brand-new
Crafty moon sends her light, gently nuzzling
Winter fades into spring’s breathless debut
Endless dreams swaying, dancing, in full swing
After the chill, a cheery Robin, I return to fly low,
as the migratory charming songbird of the season,
in the rippling crispy breeze of the sparkling spring,
with the wings spread on the blue canvas of the sky.
The bird born to beckon the bright flushing daylight,
I tweeter to the vibrant tunes of sunburst spectrum,
keeping the cadence of the enclosed avian delight
within my little beast beneath the scarlet layers.
When all the yonder thickets are silent in slumber,
I croon on the silvery tracks of the first sunrays,
the melody I compose for the blossoming dawn,
on the wings of morning wind the notes drift away.
As the storm clouds pile up in the charcoal horizon,
perched on the swinging tree I sing my dream songs,
feathers of my wings flutter in the shadow of clouds,
longing to get drenched in the colors of the rainbow.
When you see a Robin hopping on stretched boughs
of the banyan tree outside your window on the sky,
singing the sunrise song sailing in the dawn air,
you’ll know it’s me ushering in a new day for you.
July 25, 2020
Contest : I Am A Bird-Personification
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
I hear the sounds of a spring brightening dawn,
As fledgeling birds from sheltering nests emerge.
A lone Blackbird’s singing lifts this idling morn,
A creature scuttering through the long grassed verge.
I hear a fox barking in the fading night,
An early bee droning through the warming day.
I hear breezes rustling in the morning light,
The slow risen hours of a full budded May,
I hear the symphony of the pouring rain,
The hiss as sudden watery puddles form,
Fast rivulets gushing through the gurgling drain,
Low grumbling sounds of a distant passing storm.
I hear the woodland stream sing its own refrain
And slow draughts whispering through the barn’s stored grain.
Orioles, blue jays, blackbirds, and red robins all sing
robustly to tangelo sun, as meadows and woods ring.
All through spring and summer gloss, as roses glisten,
Nature's noonday, jade heartbeats, cause all to listen!
Glittering gold on green lakes-an afternoon of amber,
Exotic trills rise, in quiet hours of persimmon glamour.
Saffron songs swell in the orange peel, blossom fields,
entrancing them into a dark orange dance of the hills.
Rivoli's hummingbird hums, in a purple and teal coat
even donned in green and brown, in marigold soaked.
Nightingale croons plaintive, florid, butterscotch arias,
and there is revelry of roses, in far, marmalade areas!
Day is so long for rufous hummingbird, in fiery plumes,
Enriching hot, lime spaces, with apricot, droning tunes.