On a sunny Spring day,
songbirds sing their sweet songs,
while the wildflowers bloom.
And pink apple blossoms,
release a sweet perfume.
On a sunny Spring day
Nature smells fresh and clean,
like a tropical breeze.
And green inks every scene,
even the tops of trees.
On a sunny Spring day,
dandelion seeds spread
ubiquitous flowers.
And yellow dapples lawns,
drenched by April showers.
On a sunny Spring day,
Robin redbreasts start to
build nests of straw and earth.
And all Nature's creatures
celebrate Spring's rebirth.
Short days stretch, and long nights shrink
when Sol hangs high in the sky.
And I hear the eerie cry
of wild geese honking in sync.
Robin Redbreasts are the first
on the scene to welcome Spring.
Unabashed, they sweetly sing,
as showers quench Nature's thirst.
Beneath shrouds of fragile flakes,
snowdrops and crocuses sprout.
And green gets scattered about,
a warm breeze is all it takes.
Daffodils poke through the snow,
piercing white with spears of green.
And Spring arrives on the scene,
letting frozen rivers flow.
Snowdrops are eager to sprout in the spring,
while creeks fill with smelts and trout in the spring.
Deciduous trees don sweaters of green,
as trillions of buds fill out in the spring.
Sweet sap starts rising in sugar maples,
flowing to ease Winter's drought in the spring.
Migrating geese announce their homecoming,
with honks declaring their route in the spring.
Sweet songbirds soon begin to fly back north,
leaving Winter's stay in doubt in the spring.
Japanese cherry blossoms bloom in pink
petals, that fall all about in the spring.
Robin Redbreasts begin building mud nests;
bears emerge, thin and less stout in the spring.
Butterflies and birds beautify the scene,
as the children laugh and shout in the spring.
Let this verse of Emile now find its peace
with Nature's rebirth devout in the spring.
A palette of sounds, smells, and colors;
Spring fills the canvas of my mind
with Her stoic beauty.
And once more, Her fabulous frescos,
fuel my passion for impressionism:
when She dapples Winter's wet stucco
with vibrant splashes of color.
And my heart is stimulated
by Her earthy sweet-scented breath.
Nothing feels as refreshing
as a Spring shower;
the feel of renewal
is encapsulated within each drop.
Robin-Redbreasts and daffodils;
early harbingers of Spring,
magically, change the landscape.
Flowers bloom in copious colors;
and songbirds add a vibrant pulse
to the heart of Spring!
I cherish Spring's sweet smile;
for smiles are made of hope:
and hope is the promise of Spring.
I slowly move towards a mount,
beyond which lies a devil's lake—
The lake of death.
Perhaps it is girdled with flowers,
where redbreasts croon in mournful tunes—
The lake of God.
Then it might be a childish fear
to meet lost people over there—
A lake unknown.
Date: 9th June, 2020
Triple Stanza Couplet Tail-Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Robin-Redbreasts evoke Spring
through the melodies they sing.
And on a grey, cloudy day,
their songs chase the blues away.
While April rains quench Earth's thirst,
Robin-Redbreasts arrive first.
And decked out in red and black,
bring a splash of color back.
When green clashes with white snow,
Robin-Redbreasts start to show.
And flaunting their crimson breasts;
they begin building their nests.
Their yellow beak and black head;
offset feathers tinted red.
A welcomed flash of color;
ascends on Winter's squalor.
Hunting at the crack of Dawn;
they tug earthworms from the lawn.
And ignore us when we're near;
knowing they've nothing to fear.
Winter wrinkles while showing signs of age:
but under banks of snow, it's tough to gauge.
Although Spring showers are mostly sprinkles,
while showing signs of age, Winter wrinkles.
Robin Redbreasts arrive just before Spring,
anticipating the warmth that She'll bring.
And spreading the word that Nature's alive:
just before Spring, Robin Redbreasts arrive.
Trilliums sprout in the forest cutbacks,
while the river ice buckles, forming packs.
And when Winter wrinkles, looking worn out:
in the forest cutbacks, trilliums sprout.
No longer white, Winter's a sullied grey,
Her crystalline beauty melted away.
And now, under the sun's extended light,
Winter's a sullied grey, no longer white.
Waiting in the wings, there's a feisty Spring
with daffodils pulling at Her heartstrings.
As dripping icicles give up their bling,
there's a feisty Spring waiting in the wings.
Robin redbreasts welcome Spring
in the melodies they sing.
Bearing breasts of ruddy-red,
they've returned from whence they fled.
A flash of crimson on white
is indeed a pleasing sight.
And as the icicles melt,
Spring's tepid breath can be felt.
Daffodils poke through the ground,
and suddenly, sprouts abound.
Where white was, green patches spread,
a sign of what lies ahead.
Nature nurtures life once more,
and my spirit starts to soar.
Breaching Winter's defenses,
Spring awakens my senses.
March comes wrapped in a fleece of snow,
on which Dawn casts a golden glow.
And Robin Redbreasts tweet hello,
a sure sign Winter will soon go:
as Spring showers fetch a rainbow.
Spring applies a basecoat of green
when adding color to the scene.
And while sprouts flaunt a misty sheen,
blue skies shift to aquamarine.
Pussy willows begin to bud
as crocuses pop through the mud,
and meltwaters set creeks to flood.
And cherry blossoms bloom in pink,
offering butterflies a drink.
My favorite season is Spring.
Spring's fragrant, scented breezes blow,
as sunsets get tinged tangerine.
And raindrops form Nature's lifeblood
while the soil acts like a heat sink:
fostering flowers May will bring.
Summer Rispetto
In blazing glory Summer ascends her throne,
crowned by Mother Nature with titian blue sky.
Sunshine sparkles on waterfalls like rhinestone;
and robin redbreasts teach baby chicks to fly.
Fields aglow with mantles of joyful jonquils,
and brooks blissfully babble through green foothills.
Balmy zephyrs drift dreamily murmuring,
“How sweet … but soon Summer will be sweltering!”
07-19-2018
Contest: Picture Me A Summer Rispetto Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Barry Stebbings
Placement: 2nd
Nature six letters representing a world of wonder,
one can bet their bottom dollar there's more
undiscovered, mysteries, enigmas waiting, natures always hiding wonders,
there's a challenge being nurtured, evolution can confound
naturalist, wildlife itself, adapting, robin redbreasts nesting in
a teapot, twenty-one days brewing a cup or
two of new life, in a word, 'beings',
once accepted as our mentor, life an adventure,
the survival of the fittest, abused by humans,
empathy, not a word in natures dictionary, yet!
Word Vision Poetry III Poetry Contest, sponsored by Vermillion Scythe
7/8/18
For many long months, life has been buried under a white duvet of snow
but in mid-March, the weather slowly begins changing for the better.
The winter doldrums start to recede as the snowmen melt away
and on a warm sunny day, the sunlight feels so exquisite
nature composes melodies for the robin redbreasts
that serenade life with a rhapsody of sweet tunes.
Spring fuels fantasies by filling lovers' dreams
with pretty butterflies and scented breezes.
Colorful flowerbeds bloom together
in gardens or wild in empty fields
and it's such a joy to see them
color returns to my cheeks.
Inspired by renewal
hope rejuvenates,
for nature is
a pathway
to my
soul.
Crocuses crave caresses from the sun,
as soon as April showers melt the frost.
And as raindrops announce springtime's begun,
flowers sprout, and Winter covers get tossed.
Songbirds start serenading sunny days
while priming and preening their feathered chests.
And happily basking in the sun's rays,
Robin Redbreasts begin building mud nests.
Forests of trees deploy emerald leaves,
to capture sunbeams streaming toward Earth.
And with each ray a sprouting plant receives,
opportunities grow for life and birth.
Nothing in Nature is ever random,
sunshine and showers arrive in tandem.
O PROUD SONGSTERS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Late winter, early spring,
perky cock robin redbreasts start to sing,
cock blackbirds follow suite,
jenny wrens don't stay mute.
Nature's choirs all astute.
Songsters, all ready for a springtime fling!
Summertime at its hight,
though through the year they sing with all their might.
Evening song, church bells call,
a merry Christmas all,
be you walk fly or crawl.
Human songsters singing for all's delight!
Autumn now, fresh breezes,
a little hint of cold winter freezes.
The wind song quizzical,
often quite physical!
Trees song so mystical,
their singing likened to snare drums teases.
Winter, bright if lucky.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, turkey, roast ducky!
Choirs singing carols,
barmen rolling barrels,
mums washing fresh sorrels.
Me, a songster, yes but very duffy!
Composed and transcribed online 12/19/2017
Entered in Rhyme Me A Poem - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Broken Wings
Snowy fields are disappearing fast,
Patches of green are starting to last.
Robin redbreasts are the first to nest,
Indicating we'll soon see the rest.
Northern winds morph into warm breezes,
Gently ensuring life unfreezes.
Ice starts to thin in the streams and lakes,
Shuttering and groaning as it breaks.
Cold nights warm as longer days begin,
Offering spring a chance to creep in.
Migrating geese head home, as they fly
In numbers so great, they fill the sky.
Noisy honks seem to propel them forth,
Growing louder as they head back north.
Smelts and trout swim up rivers and creeks,
Only spawning for a few short weeks.
Odors take on a sweet earthy smell,
Now, wafting from where daffodils dwell.
(Acrostic)
3/19/2017
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