I turned to look back, feeling anxious as I stood
"by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find."
Was there someone there watching me?
The gate creaked shut, echoing the taint of guilt
That I hoped no one heard.
Earlier I came through this gate to meet you in the woods.
It was rusty, stuck shut, and needed a heavy shove to open.
It reeked a somber reluctant groan, trying to stop me.
But, I would have nothing of its rattle, grind and snag.
I pushed it aside, and walked into the woods along the winding path.
The gate hung its head, trying not to see what it knew I'd do.
It looked up and sighed and rusty hinges creaked,
as the victim died and cried out, ambushed in the woods.
I turned back to retrace my steps, afraid of being watched.
I could feel it in my bones, though nothing was there to see.
As I approached the open gate it seemed that it had moved
every so slightly, impeding my escape through it.
It groaned, rattled, creaked with a clang of defiance
embellishing a subtle vibrato in the concordance of guilt.
The deed was done, the dirge was sung, the gate sprung, shut.
Spring has sprung,
Fleecies off we have flung,
Blue skies, breezes' balm,
Blossoms drifting do charm,
Sunny days, kind and mild,
Springing--we've all smiled!
buds beckon to pop
leaves unfurl reveal green scroll
spring devolves uncurls
The fresh blue sky
A sign that
Perhaps the
Spring has sprung.
Sharp cool passing showers
Confirmation of the fact
That YES
Spring has begun.
Fickle sunbeams tickle fluttering daydreams...…
Lyrical lapping lullaby encores...
Gingerly stroke sandy shell shattered shores..
Starlings spy…sky high murmurations...
Skimming stones....slicing silky sheens..
Voluptuously verdant riddles…islands within idylls...
Scattered daffy darlings..dilly dally...
Sunshine splattered chlorophyll candles...
Animosity as an ersatz monstrosity shines…
Saluting highfalutin pomposity..devouring skylines..
Notes of cut grass gloats floats from..
Middle class mowed manicured marvels..
Criss cross collaborations… surf the tailored turf....
Billiards baize ablaze with petrichor whiffs
Festooned with afternoon nana nap snores..
The radio's heavenly hum of cricket scores...
A duvet of familiar riffs...murmurs of what if's..
An inkling..whispers of summer's sprinkling serendipity twinkling..
SPRING IS SPRUNG
Spring is the time when winter’s cold is done
But it is never thought too soon to come
First hints to welcome the overdue sun
Time for rejoicing, but more so for some
Thrusting growth is bursting onto the scene
Mouths emerging hungry from their long sleep
Tree limbs now filling with sorely missed green
This life’s new tide is one memory to keep
Youthful months turn into summer’s own time
But such investment will produce the best
Species continue, the numbers still climb
New offspring born, like chicks in the nest
Yet when down in the southern hemisphere
With Spring in September, it does seem *****
Its Easter time, Spring has begun.
Now Bunnies are on the run.
Must get those Easter eggs hidden fast.
Can't believe so much time has passed.
Bunnies hopping about zippity-zap.
All warm and cozy from their Winter's nap.
Hurry lil bunnies there’s more eggs to hide.
There's all those colorful flowers outside.
Beautiful blooms are everywhere.
Bring the basket, no time to spare.
One here in the pansies. Colors match well.
A couple near the yellow daffodils, I won’t tell.
Bunnies are you tired? No time for yawns.
Don’t put them near the roses, too many thorns.
You could hide some around the Jacaranda tree.
Bunnies did you save one in your basket for me?
Spring is almost sprung.
The flowers await the rain.
I understand their longing
because the time I spend
without you drives me
quite insane.
Spring is almost sprung.
With the silence of the leaves
and the smell of honeysuckle air
my soul smiles remembering
the last time you were here.
Spring is almost sprung.
Life thaws and wakes
Mother Nature to start anew.
And I remain patiently
waiting for you.
©SamHarty
An announcement is made,
Winter is gone and spring is the trade.
First on the scene, a red robin
Everyone knows this is common.
The Squirrels are on the hunt,
Raiding the nuts out front.
The mourning dove sings his tune,
saying Spring did not come too soon.
In the petunias, hummingbirds hover,
Their wings are a magnificent color.
Rabbits out of burrows and on the hunt,
Stay out of my garden, I said with a grunt.
I can let my dog out now to play,
Hopefully she will chase them away.
I love to watch Spring in my backyard,
Winter in Minnesota is so hard.
spring garden full bloom
on a seat, kisses were shared~
my endless heaven
Written: March 02, 2023
Basic truth absolute
Right hypocrites
Denying faults
Climbing trees
Wintergreen
This is the stream
Bring up Faith
Sparrows and Robin's Fly
3/28/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr, 2022
amazing and right.
birds chirping and sun warmness
spring arrival sprung
SPRING
Fresh-buds
Renewed times
Awakening, produces, reoccurring
Comes to life new seasons beginnings
Life gets growing again
Lovingly bounded
Sprung
5/17/21-2021©
For Spring Or Summer Diamante Poem Poetry Contest
Diamante poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Cocksure were we that Spring had sprung
Unprepared once again to be stung
by Old Man Winter
fresh back from vacation ~
Fossil Fools we be, reigniting
CO2 home heating stations
Fragrant blossoms imbue
in a distillation of technicolor vision
across the dampened meadow,
awakening it from a winter repose.
Dew-tipped grass lightly bends
as a chilled breath swirls in the air.
Verdant landscape hues cover
faraway shadowed rolling hilltops.
A crispness in the surrounding signals
an embraced dusting of vapors,
following a light cloudburst above:
A sprinkling refresh for growth.
Spring has sprung.
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