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It's A cold winter day with blues
It's snowing -the icycles permeate in place
Sitting by the window pane in my space
Storming flakes surround me! By the heat,
I keep warm
I sit! I ponder I think the thorn outside
It is quite contraire . The truth I seize and wonder.The rose bush dying in the winter- so cold, so chilled
The beauteous trees too - Why oh why can''t the blues?
I too still oppose calamity in my precious day
And the blue morning , blue day , shades of blue and hue
I seek those heavenly skies still too of blue
I am oblivious and chilled out in the wit of the storm
But yet the rose if blossomed could keep me warm
Yes indeed they bloom in the spring
And I'd take my rosebush under my wing
So when spring is in the air in the future months of glee
Petals then surrounding my halo in me
I' ll no longer hybernate - or be blue of day
I reckon when and if the birds sings - they chirp
But in reality now I live walking in winter storms
Dwelling departs me when I see the twig
With the thorn thaf often pricks sticking out that big
Blue skies beauteous -they darken in the mind
Snow flakes all so different truei. Shape
I still oppose calamity mystified in my eyes
Thy fall sparkling ! Catch a glimpse! Too it dies.
Originally copyright. Best Poets of 2021....
Here comes a beautiful view,
Look like the colors of a rainbow,
Falling in line row by row,
Red, white, pink, and yellow.
Spring is in the air and everywhere.
Trees and flowers here and there,
Smells so good, smells so sweet,
Birds can’t stop to tweet,
What a spectacular beauty I see,
Flowers like to dance and sway,
Bowing its head from side to side,
Fragrance filled near the hillside.
Written for Tracie—Indigo Dreamweaver's "Spring Isn In The Air Contest"
My Theme: Spring is in the air
Written: 08/23/2012
By: Maria Paz Samelo
1st Place Winner
Such beautiful colors are everywhere
Precious flowers odor fill the air
Roses sway to nature’s beat
I love to feel the grass under my feet
Nature just comes alive in this season
Gifting us for no rhyme or reason
I love to hear nature's amazing tune
Spring time will end in mid June
I enjoy the wonderful and fresh smell of springtime
Nice scents invigorate my senses and it's so sublime
Timeless pictures are displayed in the flowers, I
Hold the lovely photos in my heart
Each every second and hour of the day
Aromas of spring is such a delight
Infused with a majestic aura
Ready to greet us all on March 21
3-1-18
Contest: Spring Is In The Air
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
It’s almost here; it’s in the air—
that lovely time beyond compare,
when green clothes trees that once were bare
and kids have energy to spare.
Earth has awakened; life is new.
New blooms smell fragrant; skies are blue.
Who could resist this gorgeous view?
The end of winter’s overdue!
We welcome what the warm days bring
when trilling birds are on the wing;
then not just birds but people sing.
It’s just around the corner—SPRING!
written March 1, 2018, for Emile Pinet's Spring Is in the Air Contest
(placed 10th)
March '18, placed 3rd Carolyn Devonshire's Your Personal Favorite Contest
March 5, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Early March '18 Premiere Contest
February 7, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 17
Sparkle of dawn perks up inert callow greens
Inviting a resurgence of dormant waterfalls
When spring ignites revival of river’s journey
Hidden far behind the soaring mountaintops.
A blue bird lingers on a pink flowery branch
Watching vibrant tulips in a graceful dance
Where fragrant breeze sways budding fields
As golden daybreak proposes a lyrical scene.
Adoring pinkish white cherry blossom trees
People cherish vistas of reflective river basin
Meandering through a garden of red roses
Wearing glitter of pleasantry on their faces.
Yellow blossoms rise from long green stems
Where red blooms comingle cohesive ways
And butterflies roam searching sweet nectar
Celebrating gleefully abundance of flowers.
Sky has resumed wearing aquamarine blue
Dissipating the vestiges of melancholic hues
As spring's passion makes it abundantly clear
A season of fervent love is flirting in the air.
February 28, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #160 by Brian Strand
The sun descends in western sky
as warbler trills his lullaby.
The warm spring breeze blows through your hair
as scent of jasmine fills the air.
You stroll along a country lane,
and listen to spring’s sweet refrain.
This warm spring day has come to end
as thoughts of love again impend.
The thoughts of passion tangled sheets,
and whispers only night repeats;
the secrets only lovers know
when passion leaves their hearts aglow.
And in the morn the sun’s display;
another bright and lovely day.
A sign of Mother Nature’s flair;
a sign that spring is in the air.
March 3, 2018
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem in March
Sponsor: Laura Loo
There’s a certain look to, the way the birds are winging;
a sort of exuberance in flight.
Perhaps they’re dancing to the sun’s, sudden singing or
the winds of change, as they arrive.
It’s clear that spring, rides those winds
and the birds, piggy-back;
spirits of the air, all friends;
of elation, there’s no lack.
The air, it sings of fine fresh blooms;
they’ll all emerge from flower cocoons.
When petals yawn and stretch to sky;
then we’ll know that it’s springtime.
But, before the break of spring,
hatchlings hatch, begin to sing; their hunger songs, both day and night; then when fed, chirp with delight.
Though not here, it’s in the air;
when spring arrives...color’s everywhere!
Written 3-7-19
For Contest: "Spring Is In The Air"
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Both the peach and plum trees have started to bloom. The fruitless mulberry no doubt will be budding soon.
Though there be no full moon in Febuary, Spring is still coming. Time will spring forward, and resurrection of life will be singing.
Groundhog shadow or not, Spring is in the air and coming our way. Though Old Man Winter is still putting on a show, to Spring, I say, "HEY!"
03012018 PS Contest, Spring Is In The Air, Emile Pinet
A faint perfume of lilac blooms has stirred the sleeping dawn
Bright sunlight weaves a golden loom with threads across the lawn
Crisp white-lipped Delphiniums tossed snowflakes to the hills, while
Daffodils and pink jonquils shake off the morning chill
Each violet of morning has left no stone deferred
Found growing near, a sprout appears from every seed interred!
Greeting me like candle flames, are poppies, gold and red
Hawthorne weaves a golden crown around the arbor's head!
I look long past the windowpane, and spring has bloomed anew,
just in time to see the sky revealed in shades of blue
knitting primroses in surprise! A sight long overdue!
Lost between the flagstones, alyssum, wild and free, has
mushroomed into puffs of white, competing with sweet peas!
New sprouts of cosmos spring alive in flowerbeds we've teased
On winter's lace a pansy face is smiling up at last!
Petunias in their pastel coats, are dressed like royalty
Queen of all in velvet robes, the iris crowns the grass!
Resplendent are the foxgloves…..and the dragons are a Snap!
Sweet Williams are such gentlemen, they make the morning grand
Tiger lilies brave the wind, stalking in the breeze
Under every shady tree, violas are reprieved, while
verdant shades of primrose lace wear green upon their sleeves
Wisteria's hysteria spreads levity with ease!
Xanadu is Statice "quo"……now, what more could it do?
Yarrow blooms tomorrow. I'll have to dry a few
Zinnias mean that spring has sprung, to share fresh air with you!
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"Spring Is In The Air" Contest Form ..... A to Z (Abecedarian)
3/4/18
I’m looking forward as I always do
to springtime -when the robin’s trills I hear
which come from trees which years ago we grew.
They bloom in early April. What great cheer
I feel to see them blossoming anew!
Two ornamental plum trees’ petals peer
out from green leaves. These trees, like sweet coquettes,
stand side by side displaying their florettes!
Lovely too is my ornamental pear.
She stands with dignity to the left side.
So sure am I that spring is in the air
on seeing her adorned like she’s a bride
decked out in white. I thrill to see her there -
a symbol that the wintertime has died.
My trees, for me, are signs that fragrant spring
has come with all the charm its colors bring.
Feb. 20, 2021
for the 'Spring' Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh