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
OUTSIDER
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
ROBIN
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”
SPRING FAIRY
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”
DAFFODILS
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.
IMMIGRANT
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”
THE CHOICE
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 FLOWERS
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”
CHERRY BLOSSOMS
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”
MY WALL 