Long Springtimes Poems
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Along came the rain;
It moisten the ground again;
Ants run way beneath down into their mounds;
Spring rains on;
Butterflies sucking nectar;
Sugar sweet sharing with the moths and bees;
As the coolness of rain blows in;
Hurring tappins the sweet sticky liquid;
Nourishment for midsection;
Along comes summer dies up the rain;
Hot times to uprise;
A blaze dries up the rains;
Grasshoppers dance on the burning grass;
Caterpillars chasing squirrels;
Await the next rain chance;
To have mudball fights;
Crickets mate communicate rub their legs;
Sounds heard all around the garden;
Along came the rain;
It moisten the ground again;
Humans, insects and birds run away beneath hide seek shelter from;
Spring rains on;
12/12/18
Caught within the echo of the whispering pine
Whose bough shall sound a creaking wind.
Pleading us enjoin her labour
Giving birth to songs we long to sing.
A song we’re taught
That springtimes coming won’t be long.
That standing on a mountains past
But for an instant we may rule our world;
Sunrise/sunset there before us; flag unfurled.
Footsteps crunching on the crust of every snow
Setting deep within a magic glow
To keep us warm
To give us hope
Always in a distance coming
Morning sun to evening star
Always not so far.
Silence in between
The sound of each man’s soul.
Blade of grass to dance
Sway with every gentle breeze.
Fall away to prayers offered up
From bended knees.
Every moment lingers until
Those fingers turn another page
And this we name as age
While mountains nearby still erase
The face of every man.
In depth of height
All blades of grass
Exchanged for flakes of snow.
And this I know:
“not to dream…
but be a part of all that may be dreamt.”
My heart was February ice
Kneeling to barren, cursed winter
Beneath weak, broken sacrifice
White skies cracked, and springtimes splinter
Through summer's youthful, blurry run
My heart was February ice
Unmelted, I defied the sun
My cup too proud for water's price
Austere solitude must suffice
So long, I slept in my cold tomb
My heart was February ice
Until your passion gave it bloom
As polar rivers part and thin
Your brown eyes, warm as cayenne spice
Thawed my frozen flames - even when
My heart was February ice.
2/10/20
For 'Distant Refrains' contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Shared 1st Place
Perhaps we all secretly long
to be embedded in perpetual spring time.
My most entertaining pre-pubescent memories
of spring's most sacred times,
when occasionally left
to my own leisurely adventurous pursuits
outside for further natural/spiritual embedded nest
Include a warm and sunny afternoon
unfolding on Saturday's mid-western stage,
going to a pond
waiting on the edge of wild
lying on my belly
with my nose nearly touching
Her still surface waters
watching spiders
walk over Her
polliwog organic submarines
waving
going somewhere fins
propelling, with me,
into our Saturday afternoon
nutritional adventures
embedded in feeding FlowSource
well-being entertainments.
Another spring Saturday,
perhaps closer to full pubescent
FlowSource entertaining feelings,
I ran far back into the RoundField
where I knew a solitary MotherTree,
like me,
busy getting dressed up
in Her fulling spring leaves
while I unbusily removed all my clothes
and climbed Her
full body hugging Her trunk,
embracing and thanking each sturdy
warm-used limb
all my forceful way to Her most sacred top
To look and feel together
across this green alfalfa field
with all surrounding trees
a deeply fertile ocean forest
green-radiant slumbering mysteriously back at us,
this happy solitary FlowSource
MotherTree and ResourceMe
unseen WinWin feeling together triumphantly
becoming Be
Indigenously embedding entertainments,
Memories much richer and deeper and older
yet naked and wider and younger
than anything I ever heard or saw mid-winter
coming from inside black and white TV.
The coming and going of the seasons give us more than the springtimes, summers, autumns, and winters of our lives. It reflects the coming and going of the circumstances of our lives like the glassy surface of a pond that shows our faces radiant with joy or contorted with pain. - Gary Zukav
Spring silences the wintery chill,
flooding spirits with gentle,
concealed by the birth of new, the nature of beauty
on petals and leaves, colored by green trees,
inspired – in the breeze, on the song
who sings and believes…
Summer drifts out to the sea,
melodious singer, arriving to bring grace,
in amazing whispers, gentle and gifted,
reflecting the sun’s breath, gasping
creativity, in laughing stars
twinkling, reflecting a sincere heart…
Autumn paints the moments joyous,
polishing the night glossy,
leafing through the journal of dusty pages,
where melancholy forbids dreams dissuasion
cautioning the oaks and pines,
revealing the intimacy of a story’s insight…
Winter challenges the skies with gray,
soothing away the distant dread,
where angry blizzards, with awkward thoughts
encourage the drifts, the flakes, the icicles
to touch the nights with a silence
both blessed and brilliant, alive….
Seasons of hope, seasons of charm
teaching the spirit to let go of what’s gone,
to reach out to the forthcoming
with open hearts, open arms,
savoring the blessings brought to our lives
by the seasons He created…
Seasons designed
to encourage and brighten,
inspire and excite,
fulfill hearts and souls,
relieve worries and restore
so the whole world can see…
God Himself is the maker of peace
God, our Father
is the creativity that sees
beyond the messiness of life,
into the feelings that abide,
when He shines His brilliant light…
all over the world, all over the heart
all over the seasons
that can only be remembered
as the reasons
each heart feels grateful for the grace
that God provides throughout all time!
Oh Echo please, my love reprise
From mountains high to valleys deep.
Wherein these words we share resound,
While drifting on a summers breeze,
Or whispering through autumn leaves.
As springtimes kiss melts winters snow,
In solitude i walk alone.
Each day i dream we're face to face.
No words, we smile with misty eyes
My thoughts bring bliss in each caress
And holding hands with tenderness.
Where are you now my sylvan nymph.
I hear your voice, each sweet refrain
Entwining mine, so faithfully
Oh mystery, reveal to me
Your hiding place, please let it be,
Along loves stepping stones of sound.
Or maybe serendipity.
Lest i must wait by Heavens door
Until the passing times no more.
3/ 30/ 2018.
Best of friends
Are me and ewe,
Ain't no ends...
For us two...
Spent all the day
One day a year,
Running away
From our shear
Not with our kin
And not in the barn,
Not soon to be in
Grandma's yarn
Lucky is the cow
The heifer, the bull,
The piglet and sow
Never lose their wool
We're getting lost
Nowhere to be seen,
Licking the frost
In a meadow green
Feeling so free to
Frolic with the bees,
Where long grasses grew
Nearly up to our knees
Love to sniff each
Dandelion and daisy,
Temptation in reach
Drives us both crazy
Had eaten our fill
Before the bumbles,
Rolled on a hill
Taking tumbles
Me and my buddy
Finding trouble,
And getting muddy
In a pile of rubble
Fleece, white as snow
Not telling Mother,
All that we know
About one another
Of the springtimes
The unicorn, the fairy,
The nursery rhymes
About us and Mary
Best of friends
Are me and ewe,
Ain't no ends...
For us two...
Darkend nights begin to fade
yellow crimson warmth remains
what darkend nights of winters cold
can last forever, yet unfold
With bright the warmth returns to me
the flame of youth sets winter free
the crimson golds of flowers grow
the youthfull love of springtimes known
lovers wrap their arms in glee
and copy natures crafty bee
the birds return to make their nests
with natures songs and lovers rests
The days begin to sing with life
sweet natures mellow days are ripe
The farmers crops begin to grow
sweet nature builds a flower show
The youthfull rabbits prance and bounce
little children dance around
life is driven rapid free
gorgeous colours cherry trees
What darkend nights of winters fold
can ever last with springtime gold
in life your winters come and go
the sun of springtimes fun will glow
An enigmatic and ludicrous wave.
Despite the seemingly endless love.
I am a soul weeping on the moon.
Place a step on the clouds strewn.
A mystery and a horrific dream
I am a random person on this beam.
Lonesome was lost behind the cloud.
Do my early days seem to be cold?
I'm sure the vision was extreme.
For an absurd and arising scheme
For things that have also existed,
that I never fancy being revealed.
I could have skipped any positive.
While holding one's eyes evocative.
No one on Earth shall inherit Holiness.
The impact of that sight on goodness.
As if sin was a key to his death.
Then there's the positive myth.
Create a seaside grave for me.
Maybe the waves cry out my spree.
Oh, those lovely springtimes.
Boyhood ceases, and sprains form.
And the process of glow has gone.
And all my enjoyment has fallen.
And a saner day went by our minds.
It's useless to me if it is time to discuss.
With emotions I cherished at the time.
I highly cherish my grapevine.
Written: 04/01/2021
Writing Prompt - Cherish
Sponsred by Constance La France
Here in the garden, raindrops are falling
scents of springtime fill me with wonder
then I do see you, under the arbor
you look up as I pass by.
Your eyes they hold me, lovely and tender
here my heart stirs, with hidden passions
I smile shyly, you offer flowers
we sit and watch the rain.
We share together, as if we're not strangers
with an ease so free
for our hearts meld truly together
I with you and you with me.
Time passes slowly, raindrops stop falling
sunlight fills our eyes with devotion
your face is lovely, I cannot leave you
you’re the one I'm looking for.
Even then, I'd be lost without you
restless as the sea
stay with me, for you are a treasure
more than life could ever be.
Here in our garden, through many springtimes
even now, our hearts are filled with wonder
that chance encounter, under the arbor
we found our love, so free.
Written on 2/8/2018