Oh spring, I know that you swift arrive
your scent will be as fresh as sprucely pine
the flowers sweet and true will come to jive
beneath the bow of heaven, with such shine
With garden gate ajar ,all lovers will be true
and while the budding rose revives anew
the lady bugs will dance a little jig
to happy tunes from Rosaleen Goodwig
Oh spring, you're the reason I adore you most
and as the birds return to build their nest,
I'll come to sit awhile and be a perfect host
just like those tiny seeds, so primely blessed
Oh spring, I know that when you will arrive
every living thing around will surely thrive.
April 28, 2020
Categories:
sprucely, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Zest still lingering on the golden beach,
afar usher flocks of flowers of spring peach,
sprucely greeting ensemble yet snappily nodding each.
Estrangement erased, elysian exclusives elope into earthlings' reach.
Pink petals, scapes o'er scapes,
weave and wave boundless drapes;
bracing aroma, miles after miles,
spins and spreads serene smiles.
azure sky, exclaiming no such crafts in heaven yards;
disguised as radiant sunshine: her wistful regards.
Categories:
sprucely, flower, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Howling jolts me awake
Brings me to my feet
Opening my ears
Sprinting down the gravelly street.
I can feel it's grief and hear it's trembling whimpering. But I can't see it's slanting grin
I can't stroke its slathered pearly coat
Or coax its troubling fears, wrench them off its snowy, pilose skin.
Zigzagging around the sprucely sheathed trees,
Panting, secreting oppressively.
Wildly glaring around like a banshee.
Falling to your knees, punching the sky pathetically.
You are late and tardy
Gazing upon its lifeless body
You can't see it's slanting grin
Only fondle it's gnawed bones
And painfully watch it's spirit and soul disembody.
Categories:
sprucely, care, nature,
Form: Rhyme