Narcissus, hyacinthsnowdrops, tulips -above the dirttheir little heads poke Not to be outdonethe dandelions sproutsure of themselvesthey know their worth.They fill the fieldscarefree, unabashedas bright as sunshinestretch the golden flood – a feast for the beesfood for the hungryrelief for the achypetals to dye forintoxicating liquorbane of the lawnmowera harbinger of wishesa torrent of sneezesaContinue reading “LITTLE DANDIES”
Category Archives: Spring
Like a beggar child Looking at the rich folks’ fare I was. An outsider Wanting to belong I shed myself Put on a mask To fit in. From within I watch the world Through the eyes of one who has found Her own home. For DVerse’s Quadrille prompt: rich
Sing to me of springtime lift up my heart with your song your voice is as sweet as rain falling on a hot summer afternoon. I am lost in the wilderness within sing to me of springtime my weary step will march along until it shakes off its ennui. Lift up my heart with yourContinue reading “ROBIN”
I sleep between snowdrops And bathe myself in morning dew I clothe myself with hyacinth And dance beneath a sky so blue. I delight in a robin’s song While in dainty Daffodil’s shade I gather Cherry Blossoms in my breast Before their colors begin to fade. I flit from flower to flower On the softContinue reading “SPRING FAIRY”
What is earth mounded like a grave above the daffodils? The weight that turns man to dust wields no power over a seed In the darkness it gathers strength that in time spiking through the earth daffodils assert the victory of life over death. For DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Quadrille #75 prompt – Spike.
Sunsets sing my sorrows Tender my heart beats Under the glow of distant stars visions of you make me long for the old home when I was young and just dreaming of now. My thoughts cross the oceans to be with you again. Written for Lillian’s Dverse Poets’ Pub’s Meeting the Bar prompt – AnContinue reading “IMMIGRANT”
Not color nor fragrance makes bees linger but the sweetness that a flower offers. When nectar’s gone and beauty fades, what else is there to give? Know from loss new life springs! # a tetractys poem (which I learned about through Bjorn’s post. Check out his blog for lovely poetry).
FLOWERS ARE POEMS
My words refuse to be written or said. They disappear as soon as I try to trap them on paper. I cry that I have no poem to capture the beauty, both seen and unseen. Then I saw the flowers blooming and I knew where words have been nestling. I am sad to learn thatContinue reading “FLOWERS ARE POEMS”
Spring banners unfurled flaunting beauty undefiled Delicate petals of every hue speaks of joy, ever true – the bleakness of winter nurtures grace beyond measure. I do not think I will ever tire of looking at flowers and taking their pictures. I have quite a lot of photos after months of seeing onlyContinue reading “SPRING FLOWERS”
After a rainy spell, I stepped into the sunshine of a spring afternoon to go to the blooming cherry tree near the city green which was about a mile away. I did not particularly relish walking on city roads, busy as they were even on a Sunday afternoon. Fear of getting run over by oncomingContinue reading “CHERRY BLOSSOMS”