A voiceless sigh of longing forsook her lips
as she watched the raindrops strike the windowpane
following the downward journey of the drips.
Winter’s white carapace of snow now long lost
to fresh springtimes youthful bluster, and the rain;
both seasons, resemblant to old lovers crossed.
The summer sunshine seems yet so far away,
chance again for love to play its soft refrain;
now, she sits, last year's long-faded, aged bouquet.
A gentle breath on glass, finger tracing heart;
a sobbing, heaving breast still so full of pain
as rain slow erased her fragile work of art.
Best of friends
Are me and ewe,
Ain't no ends...
For us two...
Spent all the day
One day a year,
Running away
From our shear
Not with our kin
And not in the barn,
Not soon to be in
Grandma's yarn
Lucky is the cow
The heifer, the bull,
The piglet and sow
Never lose their wool
We're getting lost
Nowhere to be seen,
Licking the frost
In a meadow green
Feeling so free to
Frolic with the bees,
Where long grasses grew
Nearly up to our knees
Love to sniff each
Dandelion and daisy,
Temptation in reach
Drives us both crazy
Had eaten our fill
Before the bumbles,
Rolled on a hill
Taking tumbles
Me and my buddy
Finding trouble,
And getting muddy
In a pile of rubble
Fleece, white as snow
Not telling Mother,
All that we know
About one another
Of the springtimes
The unicorn, the fairy,
The nursery rhymes
About us and Mary
Best of friends
Are me and ewe,
Ain't no ends...
For us two...
Pastel droplets fall from
Pink sprinkled sunlight on
Ponds and meadows blooming
Pathways of color as
Pearly breasted bluebirds
Perch where past springtimes have
Painted my heart with hope
3/27/23
Writing Challenge P Words Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Springtimes sweet caress.
Nature dons her floral dress,
Perfume fills the air.
Senses seduced seek romance,
Aphrodite's love affair.
3 / 10 / 2022.
Springtimes Beauty Tanka Contest.
Sponsor M.L. Kiser.
As zephyrs cool mischievous breezes,
quiver hosts of vibrant daffodils.
Join us now, in roaming yonder pastures.
Knowing wherein the early spring,
luxuriant xanthic flowers grow.
10 / 31 / 2021.
Caught within the echo of the whispering pine
Whose bough shall sound a creaking wind.
Pleading us enjoin her labour
Giving birth to songs we long to sing.
A song we’re taught
That springtimes coming won’t be long.
That standing on a mountains past
But for an instant we may rule our world;
Sunrise/sunset there before us; flag unfurled.
Footsteps crunching on the crust of every snow
Setting deep within a magic glow
To keep us warm
To give us hope
Always in a distance coming
Morning sun to evening star
Always not so far.
Silence in between
The sound of each man’s soul.
Blade of grass to dance
Sway with every gentle breeze.
Fall away to prayers offered up
From bended knees.
Every moment lingers until
Those fingers turn another page
And this we name as age
While mountains nearby still erase
The face of every man.
In depth of height
All blades of grass
Exchanged for flakes of snow.
And this I know:
“not to dream…
but be a part of all that may be dreamt.”
An enigmatic and ludicrous wave.
Despite the seemingly endless love.
I am a soul weeping on the moon.
Place a step on the clouds strewn.
A mystery and a horrific dream
I am a random person on this beam.
Lonesome was lost behind the cloud.
Do my early days seem to be cold?
I'm sure the vision was extreme.
For an absurd and arising scheme
For things that have also existed,
that I never fancy being revealed.
I could have skipped any positive.
While holding one's eyes evocative.
No one on Earth shall inherit Holiness.
The impact of that sight on goodness.
As if sin was a key to his death.
Then there's the positive myth.
Create a seaside grave for me.
Maybe the waves cry out my spree.
Oh, those lovely springtimes.
Boyhood ceases, and sprains form.
And the process of glow has gone.
And all my enjoyment has fallen.
And a saner day went by our minds.
It's useless to me if it is time to discuss.
With emotions I cherished at the time.
I highly cherish my grapevine.
Written: 04/01/2021
Writing Prompt - Cherish
Sponsred by Constance La France
My heart was February ice
Kneeling to barren, cursed winter
Beneath weak, broken sacrifice
White skies cracked, and springtimes splinter
Through summer's youthful, blurry run
My heart was February ice
Unmelted, I defied the sun
My cup too proud for water's price
Austere solitude must suffice
So long, I slept in my cold tomb
My heart was February ice
Until your passion gave it bloom
As polar rivers part and thin
Your brown eyes, warm as cayenne spice
Thawed my frozen flames - even when
My heart was February ice.
2/10/20
For 'Distant Refrains' contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Shared 1st Place
Springtime’s saucy sweet;
makes me want egg rolls,
fried rice with veggies,
curlicue sprouts;
with fried shrimp for dipp’in.
Of course, with smiling fortune cookie!
Along came the rain;
It moisten the ground again;
Ants run way beneath down into their mounds;
Spring rains on;
Butterflies sucking nectar;
Sugar sweet sharing with the moths and bees;
As the coolness of rain blows in;
Hurring tappins the sweet sticky liquid;
Nourishment for midsection;
Along comes summer dies up the rain;
Hot times to uprise;
A blaze dries up the rains;
Grasshoppers dance on the burning grass;
Caterpillars chasing squirrels;
Await the next rain chance;
To have mudball fights;
Crickets mate communicate rub their legs;
Sounds heard all around the garden;
Along came the rain;
It moisten the ground again;
Humans, insects and birds run away beneath hide seek shelter from;
Spring rains on;
12/12/18
springtimes
chiaroscuro
gouldian finch
Oh Echo please, my love reprise
From mountains high to valleys deep.
Wherein these words we share resound,
While drifting on a summers breeze,
Or whispering through autumn leaves.
As springtimes kiss melts winters snow,
In solitude i walk alone.
Each day i dream we're face to face.
No words, we smile with misty eyes
My thoughts bring bliss in each caress
And holding hands with tenderness.
Where are you now my sylvan nymph.
I hear your voice, each sweet refrain
Entwining mine, so faithfully
Oh mystery, reveal to me
Your hiding place, please let it be,
Along loves stepping stones of sound.
Or maybe serendipity.
Lest i must wait by Heavens door
Until the passing times no more.
3/ 30/ 2018.
out of the blue
extemporaneous
springtimes first cuckoo
MY WINTER WINDOW
~~~~~~~~~~~
out of my winter window
tree buds, springtimes glow
hazel blossomed weeks ago
not seen a great deal of snow
false security, still time to go
still, frosts and winds do blow
bluebells they should know
snowdrops, mm, so sorry no
out of my winter window
flora starting, to early though
'climate warming' I've told you so
all out of my winter window
Here in the garden, raindrops are falling
scents of springtime fill me with wonder
then I do see you, under the arbor
you look up as I pass by.
Your eyes they hold me, lovely and tender
here my heart stirs, with hidden passions
I smile shyly, you offer flowers
we sit and watch the rain.
We share together, as if we're not strangers
with an ease so free
for our hearts meld truly together
I with you and you with me.
Time passes slowly, raindrops stop falling
sunlight fills our eyes with devotion
your face is lovely, I cannot leave you
you’re the one I'm looking for.
Even then, I'd be lost without you
restless as the sea
stay with me, for you are a treasure
more than life could ever be.
Here in our garden, through many springtimes
even now, our hearts are filled with wonder
that chance encounter, under the arbor
we found our love, so free.
Written on 2/8/2018
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