Spring Terza Rima Poems | Examples
These Spring Terza Rima poems are examples of Terza Rima poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Terza Rima Spring poems written by international poets.
Beneath soft skies, the waking earth exhales,
A tender green begins its quiet claim,
As winter loosens, all its silver veils.
The fragile buds awaken into flame,
Of color brushed on branches, bright yet shy,
Each petal whispers out the sun’s new name.
A warming breeze drifts lightly through the sky,
And carries songs from birds unseen, yet near,
Their notes like laughter drifting low and high.
The rivers hum, their crystal voices clear,
As melting frost returns to living streams,
And time itself feels softer, less severe.
In blooming light, the world renews its dreams,
And beauty grows where hope and sunlight gleams.
"Sunshine's rousing cheers echo the day in as clouds move made anew." Quote by poet
Rain is coming, and the sky is gray.
Staring out the window while nature is waiting
For the welcoming rain this season of May.
The first drops fall, earthly petrichor weighing
In palms, hooking to surface of plants and dry soil.
Like bubbles, falling droplets are captivating.
Stunning with strokes of raindrops enhancing the soil.
Flowers, a vibrant ambience, rousing the day.
Climbing old stones, vines adorn that weave and coil.
Once clouds have purged, air is fresh, and sun rays spray.
Refreshing rain rests upon the earth's breast;
Blue jays, red cardinals, and hummingbirds play.
Days chuckle; plump latent seedbeds nest.
While frisky squirrels bound across seeds that rest.
As Winter’s hush drifts down in silvery light
and frosted breath lifts up in frigid air,
the day surrenders early to the night.
The distant silhouettes of tree limbs bare
cast eerie reveries that don’t belong,
their frozen shadows linger everywhere.
I shiver at the thought of night so long
without the April dreams that keep me warm;
I long to hear the notes of Spring’s sweet song.
God give me strength to weather Winter’s storm
and spread some warmth within this frigid womb,
while waiting for this season to transform,
and once again enjoy the Springtime bloom
as jasmine fills the air with sweet perfume.
December 29, 2025
Dew glistens, whimsical, over gentle dawn
hues fade beyond the background of sparkly nights
silent moments breath light on the nourished lawn
creeks flow gently, harmonizing with bobwhites
wind’s soft voice overflows with a melting song
reflections of timeless joy a poet writes
shadows erase the still of winter so strong
her dreams burning wild in the brilliance of hope
knowing that this grace of Spring is never wrong
storybook worlds rise as fostered seeds elope
musical chairs played between the heart and soul
thunder and lightening don’t know how to cope
the glory of Springtime concludes with a stroll
through those hearts who know God’s grace will make them whole
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Hern purty bedroom eyne glinting
blue eye'd mine torso's thump echoed
az up her's shouted out the Spring
hern gray lock'd twixt mine digits closed
"not letting go" i from mine screamed
drawn she smiled attracting mine think
Hern lip'd every word forth mine dream'd
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Silken whispers greet the blithe morning
damp mist spring tap on red oak door
joyful treat preempted faint dawning
Felicity a phase one can’t ignore
bright daffodil white and pink bloom
fragrant garden bouquet stuff of lore
Alyssum’s plump trailing mound may loom
where greyedging border might seem bare
ideal cluster wraparound March plume
Ever present awe inflames my stare
rampant green aroma gust blown sent
nearby rabbit chuckled in its lair
Ample rose bush color splash in lent
showcase of enduring floral sign
tints and tones that ruffle by assent
Snowdrop bells perennial align
sprout from moistened brown earth
on pebbled wall a green creeping vine
Embrace this heady seasonal birth
marvel at its blue spruce tapestry
exhale your élan vital of mirth
Pin oaks unfurl golden flags in September
Until they stand starkly naked and proud
While the ground is carpeted, I remember,
Strong autumn breezes their heads bowed
Hovering over the bare limbs quivering
Until they stand starkly naked and proud.
Soon the forest is prepared for shivering
Pin oaks anticipate a woolen blanket of snow,
Hovering over the bare limbs quivering.
A woodland stripped of greenery, although
Mother Nature will replenish her in spring
Pin oaks, anticipate a woolen blanket of snow
Longingly awaiting warm days reappearing.
Written September 8, 2022
Soft shades of olive, emerald, and peridot
Filter through the early morning gray mists,
Greening of spring in my beloved meadow.
A stroll through the lea tops my daily lists
Some time just for me to inhale the fresh air,
The one thing during winter I most missed.
Amazingly refreshing to stroll without care
Among the wildflowers, along a dense trail,
Quiet moments reflecting, no drama or flair.
This morning I inadvertently scared up quail,
A most invigorating experience, without fail.
Written April 18, 2022
Quote by Oscar Wilde
What plagues you so, fourth season of the year?
You seem compelled to bluster, snow, and hail;
how bleak to find you so devoid of cheer.
You rob from us the leaves, our skin turns pale
for sun's lack; bitter cold draws wintry gloom
onto our visage, trials yet assail.
O sister spring, roses are your bright bloom;
while life rebounds, how often are your skies
and streams the reasons blessings fill your womb.
Admittedly, though winter drowns in sighs,
her snows are spring's redemption in disguise.
Written 2 Feb 2022
Out of the northwest a cold blast of Arctic air
Sweeping across the central plains with fury,
Covers the ground where the meadow is bare.
With an attitude quite like the proverbial contrary,
She lingers for months warring with the winter sun
Her stay typical of January is rather ordinary,
Until the bitter cold subsides, and winter is over.
The meadow slumbers peacefully across the way
‘Til the warmth of spring nourishes the first clover,
Then comes April’s showers and flowers of May.
written November 9, 2021
Looking like first flakes of new fallen snow
After the mowing, white clover is blooming
And the honeybees are beginning to show.
Spring squirrels emerge to begin grooming
Grasses to soften their sapling nests,
Business in nature's backyard is booming.
Blue jays are unfurling their stately crests,
While foraging for tasty newly-fallen seed
Competition for ranging groundhog pests.
Edge of forestland critters deftly feed
Earlier in the first light of the dawn
Carefully, watchfully fulfilling their need.
Last comes the larger doe with new fawn
Moving stealthily onto my new-mown lawn.
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Warm spring breezes come home to stay
After a vacation in the southern hemisphere,
Where they stayed on a Caribbean cay.
Escaping winter’s bitter snow and ice here,
In December they spent a week on Largo Key
Wafting softly under the sky blue and clear.
Every other season the warm breezes roam,
But they know they are expected to stay
For the springtime in Kentucky, my home.
We welcome them especially on Derby day
Which comes every first Saturday in May.
May 31, 2021
Boots of black on an oak stump, wet by the rains
a forgotten remembrance left long ago
woodpeckers tapping on a birch by the lanes.
moss-covered granite whispers of sun and snow
deer spooked, disappear into the fern and pine
partridge drum in harmony first fast then slow
a small woodland fairy dances so divine
the pathways are covered in rusty wet leaves
the gentle winds now calm along the coastline
hearing calls of far away geese I believe
echo throughout the distant valley's and hills
peaceful surrender unto spring I so grieve.
walking through the town by the old paper mills
the old ways just memories while time stands still.
Green maidens from the church of March
Ride gentle over northern gusts
Upon a misty rainbow arch
Their mossy robes of clouds adjust
In frost tipped moonbeam's yellow glow
To pollinate with pixie dust
Where thawing rivers stir and flow
As lilac icicles are made
And shamrocks grow through thinning snow
Where icy glories drifting, fade
The sculptured swords of silver kings
Melting in shades of pine and jade
Where branches bend in turquoise rings
Caught in between winter and spring.
3/6/21
Spring is the moment of hope that embraces
The spirit with a glad, rousing devotion
Inspiration that fills the heart it graces
Summer is the time of gentle emotion
Where sunshine and raindrops capture silent hope
Waking waves of joy flowing through the ocean
Autumn is the gleam of the kaleidoscope
Brilliant hues of enthusiasm breaths belief
Serenity dripping help so we can cope
Winter is the dismal, dark whisper of grief
Longing to fill up our souls with loving skills
Wonders of kind compassion that won’t be brief
Seasons that fill our hearts, minds and souls with thrills
Sharing marvels so exciting our life stills