Short Vernal Poems
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forsythia shines
where vernal rains launder earth
sudden lightning strikes
Copyright, Faye Lanham Gibson
March 2, 2022
vernal equinox (Haiku)
vernal equinox
starts on the first day of Spring
on twentieth March.
Dr Ko Ko Thein
Salt Lake City
Like a jaded rogue I would be remiss
lest I laud spring’s warm approaching bliss
Her blithe effervescence
Her eternal yet young vernal kiss
Autumn begins to fall
Winter cold frozen hibernal
Spring emanate vernal
Summer equinoctial
1/5/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
The alpha female
Birthed fire on her own ovulation
No vernal songs.
Vernal hills collect God’s tears
Torrents surge to shower’s edge
Pooling life’s essence begins
Life’s highway is born
Entry for John Freeman's Contest
SEASON REVEILLE
The chill’ed land sleeps
Grass withered dried and flaxen
Life wisely cautious
Awaits the vernal signal
Then will it stir and flourish
There was a plumber from South Vernal
Who collected plumbing items supernal.
He loved them greatly
With devotion saintly
And slept every night with a urinal.
scintillating stars
punctuating velvet skies
owl swoops on its prey
Vernal 2017 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
03~26~17
TITANIC MISTAKE
Vernal
Journal
Large ship
Fast clip
Night chill
Might spill
Rolled dice
Hit ice
Star winks
Boat sinks
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2016
(Footle Poetry)
Luminance
Life's lessons lurk in
Labyrinthic lanes of mind;
Light the lamp within
Contest Vernal 2017 standard contest
Any theme any three lines
Date Mar 26 2017
Sweet innocence
Childhood days of laughter
The sun shining brightly with a warmth
I see them all again
My friends of yesterday and I
Surrounded by the friendly embrace of the
Springtime sun
I look for spring by the riverside on a fine day;
The boundless field here takes on a new look.
I can recognize the vernal wind right away;
Flowers bloom in a riot of color at every nook.
(Tran.)
Breathing in clouds on a tightrope,
a mountain to each end,
I dance over howling canyons...
To the side of earth on which you stand.
I will make it there.
Vernal beloved, I will make it there.
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May flora blooms exuding juniper fragrance
‘neath gleaming vernal azure canopies
fluorescence envelopes dewy sweet nothings
efflorescence aesthetic stuns and inspires
a hope once dormant to sparkle anew
If sky must cloud, let it rain
vigorously. If trees must
sway, let them rustle in line
with heartbeat of a baby.
If summer must rust,
and rust must winter--
Let the reddish brown
rave for vernal air.
the spring equinox
brings warmer and longer days ~
bleak landscape reborn
Written 25th February 2021
5/7/5
Spring - Traditional Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury.
On this deep-winter day
Spring decided to play
But I swore it’s not fair,
All this sun and warm air,
For tonight it will leave
And my hopes will then grieve
These lost vernal hours
And chance for new flowers.
Green verge and pale blue river flow,
silver clouds skim mountain peaks,
golden blissful moment captured,
caught in a swirl stream recent past,
vivid sight emblazoned on the mind,
they lie asleep in vernal berth
Vernal Mischief
Vernal mischief winks
Not glancing back into numb hibernations
Jives in rhymes of rock and roll
With rowdy zephyr pips
In a feral festival of bursting greens
Freed from winter's daunting domination.
Blossoms,
pink and cherry,
alabaster and puce,
herald the vernal equinox.
Sol arabesques lightly on His tightrope,
balancing His time equally,
stirring His audience
to burst forth with
blossoms.
Leaning pine trees yearn for the open coastline,
needles pointing far and away from vernal
bondage. Left with relics of restless newborn
butterfly's cloister.
for Craig Cornish's
"Sapphic Stanza Number Three" Contest
Not following vernal flowers, you bloom in autumn;
By the fence, you stand by yourself in manners awesome.
You prefer to wither at the lofty bough with fragrance
Rather than dance with the north wind in complacence.
(tran.)
a vernal breeze
blows through
the mist,
the vanishing
tree-tops glimpsed
now&then,
across the terrace
baroque&beautiful
visions
perceived-
contradictions
to marvel&muse,
contemplate in
nature's secret
splendour
sprouting are the buds
of the leaves on tree dawning
temperatures rise
~
spring sprung winter done
deep environmental changes
vernal solace joy
3/16/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©