SPRING (A Quadrille)

 Spring is
       It is melting 
          muddying up the ground;
             puny greens
                 pushing out
                     with their leafy might.
 Could I help
 hasten the process -
               make flowers bloom
                       than they should?
 Waiting is
    a burden 
 in due season.

DVERSE POETS QUADRILLE # 28 – The word is “Spring”



A bowl of daffodils by the window
Looking at the grey skies and falling snow
convey my prayers for a cheerful day
To frighten those sad winter ghosts away
That my heart may sing hymns and
Of the wonders that each season delivers.


Another winter storm just blew over.  Today, we have sunny skies magnifying the whiteness of the ground.  The ground, long deprived of snow, has now plenty of it.  I guess, the rivers will be overflowing come spring time.  And that  is good.

Happy Monday to you, Friends.

DVerse Poets’ Quadrille 26  Prompt – Ghost


Oh, Little Child, where will dawn find you?
Sprawled on the burning sands,
lost in the cold?
Uncertainty is your lot
Your mother had cast you out
Other mothers have their own
to worry about
Little Child,
may dawn find you
safe at last.

© Björn Rudberg
Photo by Bjorn Rudberg; for DVerse Quadrille prompt – Dawn

DVERSE POETS’ PUB – Quadrille #25-Dawn

THE LAST LEAF (A Quadrille)

I’m the last leaf in the tree
why was I chosen to be alone
where’s the joy
in mornings getting colder and darker
or in robin’s songs
getting fainter and fainter
That I’m a survivor
means nothing
when each breath
only delays the inevitable

You may call me weird but when I read about survivalists, I often ask “In the event of apocalypse, what’s the point of surviving? There is beauty in going with the majority of humanity. It’s a little selfish, but the latter spares one the pain of losing everybody and dealing with a world that is markedly different from the one that was destroyed.”

DVerse Poets’ Quadrille #21 – Breath

ORIGIN OF STARS (a Quadrille)

 I saw my fox fish
a star from the sea
How brightly it shone
showing its joy to be free
Then it began to crackle,
crumble into sparks
then flew like fireflies
into the skies so dark
and there they’re still
brightening the night.

This silly poem was inspired by my son’s silly rebus sentence. 🙂  

DVerse Quadrille #19:  Spark

THE LOVERS (A Quadrille)


The lovers floated 
in the clouds oblivious 
of the breeze that could 
make mallards shiver
or of the slanting sun 
that made the leaves 
burn  yellow and crimson.  
They were wrapped 
in a cocoon
of each other's arms
making the public 
pond their own.

For:  DVerse Poets' Quadrille #18: Cloud

We spent a good part of yesterday afternoon visiting a nearby state park, Borderline State Park.  We covered only a tiny fraction of the park.  So far, my favorite part was the Leach Pond area where I was able to see autumn reflected in the water and some mallard ducks in the water.  I would have loved to see the ducks at closer range but a pair of lovers blocked the narrow egress to the pond.  They give me the idea for this piece.