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On our wedding day, the summer was beginning to fade away, but autumn had not taken over the world. The sky opened and dropped a few tears of happiness onto the church rooftop while we said our vows. Although the temperature was mild, our passion still scorched our skin like a burning July sun with every touch. My Army uniformed paled against the brilliance of your winter white wedding dress. You smelled like wildflowers in the spring. We laughed when we promised all our worldly possessions to each other. We did not understand yet how rich we were.
The springtime of youth
Is rife with love and passion
To warm winter’s days
Morning came from behind those mountains
covered with a thin mist so void of harmony...
waking up the robins, the cardinals and bluejays,
who gladly provived the notes for my symphony.
Around eight o' clock the alarm clock rang,
I gulped down my cold glass of milk, picked up my back-pack...
making sure I wouldn't leave any books behind; I usually left
it on the leather recliner where my dad rested.
Springtime was a delight...smelling the aroma of the lilies,
I loved the whistle of the clanking train leaving for the big city,
and the lovely countryside was a garden of beautiful blossoms;
I often stuck my head out of the window and got stung by a bee.
Under a shady, tall oak tree, I spread my wide blanket
and ate delicious red apples as the hunting dogs barked from distance,
rifle shots followed...some birds fell on the thick grass;
and I thanked God they weren't those who visited me...I would have wept!
The warblers' songs have an unusual sound of their own,
I copy them down note by note with extreme anxiety and passion,
trying not to miss one...and they are happy to share it without doubt or greed;
and if we would appreciate them, they could become our very treasures indeed!
Entered in Jenette Fisher's contest, " Sounds Familiar "
The Joys of Springtime
When spring sunshine spreads its carpet of greens
On prairies, meadows, valleys and hillsides
When tulips and roses are garden queens
When daffodils in bloom ornate roadsides,
When spring sunshine steers birds to quit their nests,
Hop from branch to branch, tweeting all along,
Flutter in the air, feeling free and blest
And wish the hours of the day to prolong,
When spring sweetish breeze caresses the cheeks
And lovingly lulls us to snooze by night,
It is time the lure of sweet dreams to seek
And in young Hypnos* embrace to delight.
Let springtime be a moment to relish
With enticing joys that its shine procures,
Let it be the prime season to cherish
For loving souls seeking their heart to cure.
*In ancient Greek mythology, Hypnos is the personification of sleep.
The sky is blue, clear, jovial and ethereal
To welcome with open heart spring which is
So beautiful, fresh, colorful, and at ease
Oh! It’s a reborn again time which is real.
Oh! Friends, it's the most wonderful season
Green lawns and shrubs return to the horizon
The birds resume their blissful refrains
Listen to the sound of the old fashioned trains.
Little children play on the unpaved avenue
Gorgeous ladies walk around almost nude
Where some amateurs fall into pleasant dreams.
The trees are already full of sweet sap and the streams
Are in good and superb shape for the season
Dear friends, naturally the harvest will be cornucopian.
Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Le Printemps Endimanché
Le ciel est bleu clair, blanc et éthéré
Pour accueillir à cœur le printemps
Si beau, frais, coloré, et endimanché
Oh ! C’est un jeune et nouveau temps.
Oh ! Les amis, c’est la plus superbe saison
Les gazons verts retournent à l’horizon
Les oiseaux reprennent leurs refrains
Écoutez passer les vénérables trains.
Les petits enfants jouent dans les rues
Maintes belles femmes se promènent presque nues
Où certains se plongent dans des agréables rêves.
Les arbres déjà bien remplis de douces sèves
Sont en bonne et superbe forme pour la saison
Chers amis, naturellement fructueuse sera la moisson.
Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.
The lady paused, it was not fair
That one should boast such raven hair
And ample breasts so round and flush
On waist an hourglass would blush
The lady paused, her mirror stilled
Reflection froze as her eyes filled
Was she as jealous as the queen
Of Snow White’s beauty, fresh and clean
Ashamed she was of her demise
So what, the girl bore big blue eyes
So what, her color rivaled rose
In every hue love can suppose
The lady paused, so she grew old
Her springtime stories had been told
Her memories were still intact
That raven hair was hers, in fact
Yes, she was jealous of herself
Her youth now pictures on a shelf
Will she find happiness inside
Where ageless beauty can reside
In clover green we lay, our eyes on a bouquet
of white and wooly flowers, heaven's grand display.
As each bud drifted by, as if to make us sigh,
they changed into a downy heart in azure sky -
the perfect prelude to romance that new March day.
Consumed by passion play; our hair in disarray,
we heard above us in the tree a squawking jay.
He seemed to want to split us up; we'd not comply!
In clover green we lay.
We felt like children savoring a sweet parfait,
who linger in that special place they want to stay.
We pledged a love that no one ever could defy
and never questioned what would be should springtime die.
Inhaling scent of heather and each blossomed spray,
in clover green we lay.
For PD's Any GREEN theme Poetry Contest
Through solstice of cycles, time's pageant greets
a year with springtime quilting a floral crochet,
meandering on a lattice of verdant woodlands
as my Taurus-essence radiates in dazzling splendor...
until in a raw flush, August blazes to flame
a mantle of summer's raw passion; red as jeweled
moonlight brushing torrid flesh in love,
in a heat varnished by undulating sea-waves
through a sweetened curl of a kiss.
Gently, the breeze transforms into minty froth
reflecting the crisp strains of autumnal glow,
when fabric of trees reverses its pattern
from cerise to pale tangerine settling on lane
of reflection, of contentment: and night tucks
a shawl of yin and yan quietude, as if moments
rise and accept the slow exposure
from winter's imperial reign: flakes drifting
in a dance of mild rainstorm and glistened hail,
while my heart awaits Yule's birthing... a circle
of life's seasons embracing the wonder of my world.
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4/08/216
Seasons Contest of Shadow Hamilton
~Beautiful Springtime~
(Trolaan)
Beautiful first spring day
Bountiful sun then may rain
Be happy spring comes after winter gray
Bright sunshine glows like golden grain
Enticing spring is here again at last
Enchanting sights of so much beauty and renewal
Every ray of sun illuminates everything so fast
Entire sky is now so blue like a precious jewel
Now new and wonderful changes after winter and snow
Nurturing beauty of spring is such a sight
Nosegays and roses buds see them all grow
Nice time to relax and enjoy the spring night
On and on my Master has created spring for us all
Orchids,roses,tulips,birds, butterflies, beautiful things to enjoy
Ocean and mountains during spring season stand tall
Outside there's a wonderful weather for all girls and boys.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
October.20.2015
~Authors Notes:
The "Trolaan" is a poetry style created by Valerie Peterson Brown.
I sing from my window of wonder of the green and lush
The springtime genesis of flower and field
As trees openly wave with flowers bursting blush
Unveiling the hidden promise of sweet harvest's yield
The wistful weave and delightful drift of perfumed air
Teases my footpath to dance in elation
Tulips peek from mossy ground their blossoms declare
Friendly starts of fertile life bestowing jubilation
Drenched in paint the landscape joyously collides
With hues and tints of color born in glorious aura
A palette of imagination and conception resides
Within our eyes and hearts exquisite plethora
Vernal, eternal sunshine refreshed and sublime
An unspoiled promise is rising to gloriously express
Entreating this beauty born be blessed until the end of time
So as our spirit be enmeshed in the bloom of life's caress
May 8, 2020
Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Daffodil majorettes lead the spring parade
Mom fox had lured out a reluctant kit
Verdant grasses are growing lovely shade
For dainty dulcet purple violet
Gentle nurturing rain from day or two
Coaxes her lace lilac to gently wake
Meadow rainbow chiffon a lovely hue.
Faerie-felt awe surrounds beautiful lake.
Carpet of tulips arrive on the scene.
Growth can be felt every hour or two.
Resurrection of weeds, not being mean.
Cyclical magic for me and for you.
The woodlands, the meadow, the lake and the dale.
Rebirth of spring yearly, without fail.
Written Feb 24, 2019
Contest: Springtime Rebirth
Sponsor: John Hamilton