Written: March 16, 2025, for a contest Sponsored By Cobstance la France
Quote: Like the sun, show mercy, and like the night, hide others' flaws. Give like water and be humble like the earth. Be who you appear. By Poet
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Peachy snowbells drift on the twilight-lit lake,
their rippling motions mirror the luster of silk.
Its grace lingers, fades, and is as elusive as a flake,
the ethereal charm of wonder is an everlasting ilk.
A cerulean mood settles into the doldrum,
adrift and lost, wiping blues, missing a cold rum.
Categories:
snowbells, autumn, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Summertimes sunshine, melts alpines snowline ~ waters ice cold, crystalline.
cascading torrents
tumbling atop limestone rocks ~
flowers awaken
Wild meadows emerge, sweet scents grace fresh air,
from alpine flowers, in bloom, everywhere.
Violet blue snowbells, to white edelweiss,
waterfalls rainbows, earths own paradise.
6 / 10 / 2023.
Sponsor Tania Kitchin.
Contest. A Monoku, Haiku and 4 lines of Rhyme - Same theme.
Categories:
snowbells, flower, mountains, nature, snow,
Form: Other
Snowbells…I don’t care if they're dancing daffodils.
Regina (Once Upon a Time)
It’s snowing!
It’s suspect!
The truth is growing
up!
It’s blossoming poetry
in
once upon a time.
Stop? What?
To smell the snowbells?
To dwell on love?
A poet nose
will follow any lead.
1/23/2023
Categories:
snowbells, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A breath of air bodes of sweet spring
And urges winter on its way.
A red breast robin on the wing
Is looking for a place to stay
To build a nest without delay.
The signs of spring are all around
Answering to nature's set alarms.
Snowbells are pushing from the ground,
While bees steal from a blossom's charms
In daffodil fields on vast bulb farms.
In spring the world is young again
With new life sprouting everywhere.
As winter leaves without fanfare.
We rush to meet spring in midair.
Categories:
snowbells, spring,
Form: Quintain (English)
There are many and many of springs I have seen.
How many more springs to be?
While the winter wind blows and I'm freezing my toes,
spring can't come too soon for me.
The first little snowbells are raising their heads,
so small but exceedingly bold,
each playing it's part, announcing spring's start
and bravely ignoring the cold.
Wee was the hummer come sipping today
at the feeder I'd filled to the brim.
He's an early scout for all flavors about.
I am glad I was ready for him.
Tree buds are swelling and early bulbs dwelling
and stirring in their winter beds.
For spring they are yearning and the sun's brighter burning
will fast make them bring out their heads.
The sights and the sounds and scents of springtime
are appealing to all of my senses.
New lambs are let out gamboling about.
They are barely contained by the fences.
I have lived through the winter and it seems there will be
at least one more springtime for me.
I will grab it and savor, thank God for the favor
that I'm here with one more spring to see.
Categories:
snowbells, spring,
Form: Ballad
A breath of air bodes of sweet spring
And urges winter on his way.
A red breast robin on the wing
Is looking for a place stay,
To build a nest without delay.
The signs of spring are all around
Answering to Nature’s set alarms.
Snowbells are pushing from the ground,
While bees steal from a blossom’s charms
In daffodil fields on vast bulb farms.
In spring the world is young again
With new life sprouting everywhere.
Forgotten is the cold and pain.
As winter leaves without fanfare,
We rush to meet spring in mid-air.
Categories:
snowbells, seasons, spring, winter,
Form: Quintain (English)
In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer’s day.
Come, come, my love, and walk with me.
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll around.
Lost summer's love, can be refound.
We’ll seek the violets where they hide,
The daffodil’s winter abide.
The tiny snowbells showing through
Are proof enough love can renew.
Triumphantly, one bright spring day
The blossoms as a love bouquet
Will cheer a winter near dried heart.
Just so, a true love can restart.
won a no. 1 in Brian's contest
Categories:
snowbells, love, nature, winter, love,
Form: Rhyme
In testament to the sublime
The lily of the valley
Blooms aggressively with vigor
And simplicity in my alley.
The effusive, exquisite lilac
In a kaleidoscope of delight
Is the empress of my universe.
She’s a fantastical sight.
Then a ravenous, incognito slug
Invadeds my moist oasis
Planning to live in impervious bliss
In desalinated places.
Salt is a slug repellant
So I get out the shaker
And in a most splenetic rage
I send him to his maker.
A gelid, glacier-like winter
In ricochet across the way
Has tainted plants I though impervious
A mass of them died yesterday.
Now a zephyr breeze is blowing
And spring aster is in bloom
In an ecstasy of unity
In my excessive garden room.
A mass of tiny snowbells
Raise faces to celestial sky.
Ironic is their brave survival
When so many exquisites die.
With confidence, I garden
And with hubris I will admit.
As long as I have a place to dwell
At no time will I quit.
By: Joyce Johnson for PD's Secret contest
Categories:
snowbells, nature, universe,
Form: Rhyme
In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer's day.
A day when flowers bloomed in pride
And brightened up the country-side.
The trees encased in green array,
Whispered "The easy times will stay".
But loveliest of days don't last ,
Too soon the verdant beauty's past
And with our lives and loves in pain,
We doubt the lushness comes again.
Come, come, my love and walk with me.
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll around.
Lost summer's love can be refound.
We'll seek the violets where they hide,
The daffodil's winter abide.
The tiny snowbells showing through,
Are proof enough love can renew.
Triumphantly, one bright spring day,
The blossoms as a love bouquet
Will cheer a winter near dried heart.
Just so a true love can restart.
Categories:
snowbells, lovewinter, love, winter,
Form: Couplet
The Snowflakes
Are falling
Sprinkling
And tinkling
The Snowflakes resonate a bell-like sound
They’re Snowbells
And they’re falling
Can you hear their voices calling?
As they start drifting
Start sifting through the air
The Snowflakes
Are jingling
Ringing
And singing
The Snowflakes have a song all their own
They’re Snowbells
And they’re swinging
Through the air they’re winging
On their frozen journey
Flying in the night
Categories:
snowbells, imagination, nature, teen,
Form: Rhyme