Spring Love Poems

In spring we come out to see life,
out from our long cold winter's nap.
Bears are so loving not wildlife.
Love can be grand.

I am your big...

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(Lily, spring of 2025)

Lily Bug the Mighty Pug

Lily bug the mighty pug,
All 13 months and 15 pounds of,
Just goes to show the unbridled 
Power of...

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with a touch of rain and sun
the lawn has come to life

spring has brought forth
times of growth and times to mow

a soft breeze whispers to...

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The grass has grown, the garden’s bright—
Nowruz has come, a feast of light.

The demon’s tangled, winter hair
has vanished, melted in the air.

Yes, spring returns with...

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You arrive like the first word
of a language I didn't know
I was born to speak—

slender as the space between
breath and prayer,
a rose opening in the...

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Spring in your eyes –
I feel it there,
the way they smile.
Like winter's heavy cloak,
the days of stress,
simply erased.

I fall in love every spring.
primavera –
the sound,
my...

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CHINESE TRANSLATIONS IV

These are English translations of Chinese poems about nature, the seasons, autumn, winter, spring, night, time, tears, flowers and love. 

Seeking a Mooring
by...

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In the rising of the sun, I see His smile
restoring me with heavenly warmth,
the joy from knowing He did reconcile
with the Father, who created me...

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No Love

“No love, no love…,” said Satan.
No. Love doesn’t exist. All false.

“Could you accept my recommendation?”
Where? And what? I don’t see any change.
“You are a...

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In the splendorous crown of my ardent heart, 
shimmering in the glow of the argentine night,
you gleamed like the tinsels of the moon. 
I tried...

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Crisp air flowing in 
blushed cheeks 
all white skies 
chasing each other with snow
the pureness of winter 
slowly turns into spring all that fades away...

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The only fear of this stubborn lion heart
is to beat - unheard, without the blessings of your sighs.
In the absence of your affection,
severe silence spins...

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Your smile—my sweetheart, a rising sun,
That warms my soul when day’s begun.
No words can hold, no art portray,
How you take my breath away.

A gentle curve,...

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I loved a woman named Sophia—
Not a name, but a flame,
A living scripture written in curves and silk,
In her eyes, the ache of ancient saints,
In...

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I called you my Magyar princess
because of your smoldering eyes
and dark hair but maybe you were
just a woman
who knew how to disappear
while standing still.

I got...

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