Tag Archives: Spring

ABC Poem: Spring

Arrival of fluttering and twittering birds

Blue jays, robins and flocks of Canadian geese.

Choir of joyful honks, tweets, and staccato chirps

Descending and floating on a gentle, warm breeze.

Ever minute leaflets and sporadic

Foliage of soft lemon green.

Grass blades sprout and appear;

Hope takes silent wing

Infiltering the warmer air.

Jagged tree limbs gently swish and sway in

Kindred orchestrated choreography.

Long slender branches in dancing display;

Moving, waving rhythmically.

New aromas permeate the wafting wind;

Over the fields and upon the meadows

Purple and white lilac blossoms

Quietly add their sweet-scented seasoning.

Red tulips; also, white, orange, pink and yellow

Softly paint the land in a colorful rainbow.

Tender green clover and dandelions sprout

Underneath the warm rays of a sunbeam.

Vivid blue, the sky illuminates its hue

While ushering in with joyful

Exultation this

Year’s new season of Spring;

Zippered between the start of summer and

Winter’s reluctant and blustery end.

Becky’s Haiku: Sweet and Tart

 

Sweet scent of Spring makes

the heart sing; must first propel

through Winter’s tart spell!

Another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “sweet” and “tart”. If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link and have fun: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/

 

Becky’s Haiku: Fresh and Spring

New morn dawns as birds

Cheerfully sing. Fresh warm air;

Ah, sweetness of Spring.

I have attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “fresh” and “spring”. I am enjoying the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem.  If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/

The Appearance of Spring

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There was a southern gentle breeze

That softly whispered and flowed

Sifting the twigs and branches of leafless trees

In the forest and across the meadow.

Patches of wilted brown grass

Appeared here and there

As snow and ice, like broken glass,

Cracked, melted, and disappeared.

Singing birds tweeted and serenaded;

Their chirping tunes filling the tingly warm air.

While a shimmering sun displayed

More land; though still empty and bare.

Then did I not see a few blades of green?

Oh yes, I did! Thank you, Lord for the

Sweet appearance of Spring.

Becky’s Haiku: Feel and Space

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Winter wind blows to

Fill all land and space til I

Can’t feel my numb face.

No more going out

In the cold; must stay inside

And let the wind blow.

Yes! Stay warm indoors

And dream of Spring when lilacs

Bloom and grass turns green.

I have attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “feel” and “space”. I am enjoying the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem.  If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/

Softly Spring Descends

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As warmer weather surrounds

And caresses the rotating earth

The scent of spring permeates

The air in the season of renewal and rebirth.

The forests, the meadows, the rolling

Hills and the wildflower fields

Are elegantly robed in a canopy of

Emerald green; earth’s lush cover shield.

Tweeting and chirping, twittering

And trilling; oh how the songbirds love to sing.

Whether at the break of early dawn or in the orange

Twilight, nature’s choir joyously rings.

A walk through the forest in the midst

Of a sun drenched and warm afternoon

Through the lakeside cluster of trees where

A distinct honk is heard of a lone wandering goose.

And the chirps of crickets and frogs echo in the trees

 Which are softly clothed in new budding leaves.

Following a hidden and narrow rutted path

Up and down the forested hillside

Gazing far into the horizon where

The tips of treetops meet the sapphire blue sky.

The welcomed warmth of the glowing sun

Wraps itself around like a cloak of security

As if to hold me sure and steadfast

While strolling by the quietly lapping sea.

I strain to see distant images of

 Ducks and other visiting waterfowl

Who silently rest upon the lake

And along the flowing ripples remain afloat.

Meanwhile the southerly and gentle breeze

Rustles the swaying branches speaking to me.

The blowing wind gusts louder and

Stronger reaching a frenzied climax

Before quieting to whisper

After its high-pitched performance.

I couldn’t help but wonder, “What message is the

Shifting wind trying to convey to me?”

As I strolled contentedly over the hills and

Through the softly swishing trees.

I imagined the wind to reply, “It is spring;

A season of new blessings and a fresh new start.

See and remember this quiet journey through

 The forest and keep it in your heart.”

Then all too soon this day’s trek through

The countryside abruptly ends

But not before remembering that a new day

 And another journey will soon begin.