Short Catkins Poems

catkins
   murmur
spring bides...

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tiny cotton paws
whispering into the wind~
catkins soft meow...

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Of
vivid
red tincture-
the black poplars
bloom

*male catkins...

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Catkins
and cowslips,
primroses too-
celandine stars..yellow
my view...

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in rain-soaked wetlands
	pussy willow clusters bloom ~
		furry catkins purr...

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Blue merles howl.

Red calicos beetle.

Unanesthetized cats rind.

Hazel catkins laugh....

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sage green oak catkins
blanket drive and yard....
pouring rain and wind     ...

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                                         pollen everywhere
                                 when the willow catkins bloom -
                                      angel feathers stripped...

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pink catkins
of eastern cottonwood-
happy offspring

tree flowering
in the sun-
beaver waits patiently

moon shines
upon her coral blossoms-
cricket chirps

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pink catkins
of eastern cottonwood-
happy offspring

tree flowering
in the sun-
beaver waits patiently

moon shines
upon her coral blossoms-
cricket chirps



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shadows lengthen
chestnuts roast-
winter bides

catkins murmur
easter eggs-
spring tides

bluebells chime
wasps picnic-
summer stays

flower presses
fruit preserves-
autumn frays


Haiku sequence form...

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Aconites gazing into the sun
'neath catkins dangling,finely spun

Awakened mammals desert their holes
rummaging midst the hazel boles

Long twilight days in winter's shade
tomorrow..brings snowdrops in the glade...

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Aconites gazing into the sun
'neath catkins dangling,finely spun

Awakened mammals desert their holes
rummaging midst the hazel boles

Long twilight days in winter's shade
tomorrow..brings snowdrops in the glade...

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haiku seasons
frozen in epigrams 
tripping from a pen

shadows lengthen
chestnuts roast-
winter bides

catkins murmur
easter eggs-
spring tides

bluebells chime
wasps picnic-
summer stays

flower presses
fruit preserves-
autumn frays...

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	Francine Roberts
Contest Name	*****willows or daffodils

"pusywillows" do promote,
your words and thoughts of note,
keep at it mate you are doing well,
as johnson says, and i here tell,
keep casting a bloody spell,
cos ya doing it so right,
a poetry delight.

thank you sashi prabhu  

"youthful furry catkins"

Don...

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Anything but spring
I've no time for frivolity
and the increase in daylength
constricts my nocturnal emissions.
The snow is almost gone,
white replaced by mud,
and the red bird's cheery call
curdles the cream
in my morning coffee. 
Yet as catkins emerge 
from budding willows
and the wind softens
inevitably
comes the time
to break from hibernation....

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By a creek I sink my feet
in yesterday’s rain.

A swirl of green water
sucks at my boots.

Water rats swim near
not afraid of my stillness.

A willow tree sheds yellow catkins
they drop like magical caterpillars
wriggling as they learn to swim.

I scratch an itchy nose,
creek, rats and willow dreams
sink away
into nothing much,

just the usual mud....

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A strong spring wind is blowing today
Bringing an artificial snowstorm here my way
As pussi willow fur is dancing everywhere
Being transported on the pre-storm air

A sure sign that Spring is in the air
When certain shrubs grow that cat-like hair
Catkins, buds so furry and white
Announcing the coming of more sunlight



written and posted on 3/1/12 for Francine's contest...

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PUSSY WILLOWS LIVE IN OUR HEARTS


The catkins, silver flamed, light up each branch.

I choose a bunch to brighten up a room,

to celebrate this Dingus Day of Spring.

We gobble gab, with pierogies on hand,

and sip our wine, and beer.  We lift, we cheer -

To life! Then bow our heads for those we mourn.

6/8/2107

In memory of my uncle and cousin...

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Are we springing towards Spring as lamb tales adorn the wood 

as these catkins catch the twilight Sun as infant snowdrops hide 

in the greenery their white lights shy until they are bunches bold? 


Are we to have a fast forward Spring that will confuse all creatures 

even us as flood warnings are made redundant, or like last year will 

Winter will return with delayed vengeance before a quickie Summer?...

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a re-post ispired by Janice's contest

WINTER MOMENTS

Sunlight on the tiles
dusted white—
imprint in the snow
hunger brings a stranger
at night;
the frozen verge
inert below,where
summer awaits;
Aconites gaze
into the sun
'neath dangling catkins;
 Long twilight days in winter's shade
bring to-morrow's
snowdrops in the glade;
A whistling wind,
a scatter of rain 
sounds of night 
on my window pane....

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WINTER MOMENTS

Sunlight on the tiles
dusted white—
imprint in the snow
hunger brings a stranger
at night;
the frozen verge
inert below,where
summer awaits;
Aconites gaze
into the sun
'neath dangling catkins;
 Long twilight days in winter's shade
bring to-morrow's
snowdrops in the glade;
A whistling wind,
a scatter of rain 
sounds of night 
on my window pane.

Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name ichthyschiro...

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Catkins, Catkins peek out your furry head
Upon the branchlet within the meadow
Remember curiosity killed the cat, stone dead

Nature's furry, cocoons upon the willow
Beat the leaf and spring shall come
As soon the tides of green will follow

Flowers show her your highest respect
On the gentle mind in awe of sallow
Catkins, catkins earnestly lead the season in
Please us with the freshest, your purring us affects...

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Experiencing trials and hardships along the way,
For four years I’ve witnessed the truce in full play.
The nation’s at stake as the willow catkins in a gale,
My life is the drifting duckweed hit by rain or hail.
The defeat at the Panic Beach panics me constantly;
Passing the Lonely Bay, I feel even more lonely.
Who has ever survived his death since antiquity?
May my brave heart mark the history with loyalty.
(tran.)...

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Hallows Eve to Candlemas,
the sun now turning south,alas;
November sombre,December dark,
January,February cold and stark.
Catkins litter the forest floor,
beeches shed their leaves galore.
Gales melange the mix,as decay brings 
nature's bionomics.
Hexagon pointed stars move and shift ,
into a patterned powdered drifts.
Rain filled days of slush and muck,
webs on shards of gossamer 
stuck.
Twilight months in winter shade 
until the snowdrops matamorphise 
in the glade....

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