Tag Archives: #spring

Wealth of Seasons

Apple pickingUnder sunshine andTurning over the garden– Utilizing the lastMismatched veggiesNeglected in the weedsWhistling winds andIcicles shimmeringNext to the doorways, under eaves,Turning to dripping puddles under sunlightEffervescent melodies, sung together, joyRememberedSoft blooms ofPetals dancing alongsideRivers playing,Inviting life.Nights grow shorter, daysGrow longer Sparklers twinkleUmbrellas wrinkle, packed away.MeltyMemories shared,Everyone thereRelaxing I wrote this poem for Wea’ve WrittenContinue reading “Wealth of Seasons”

Encore

spring dances againcomfort in renewalbuds billowingbees hoveringbirds trilling sky shimmeringnature is rebornsolace blooms~gratitude~blooms solacereborn is natureshimmering skytrilling birdshovering beesbillowing budsrenewal in comfortagain, dances spring I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly poetry prompt. This week’s challenge comes from Punam who asks us to do the following: The palindrome poem looked incredibly challenging toContinue reading “Encore”

Poem: Steadfast Friend

open lemon palms clasping secrets in shadow more than just a weed orbiting luscious blossoms cast my gentle color wheel Today’s #TankaTuesday Challenge asks writers to reflect on the theme “useful”. Dandelions may have a bad reputation, but they always remind me of a quiet, dependable friend: returning loyally to familiar places, sharing memories, smilingContinue reading “Poem: Steadfast Friend”

Poem: May Apple Tree

Burst into ivory finery like fragments of cloud for merely two weeks before summer peaks and petals flutter forward coiling into dandelion fluff tasting fresh-mown lawn and breathing earth’s heartbeat. Today, I’m joining in David’s weekly W3 prompt on The Skeptic’s Kaddish. Today’s prompt was suggested by A. J. Wilson, who provided these guidelines: 12Continue reading “Poem: May Apple Tree”

Poem: Fool’s Spring

We tire of dragging gloves over palms, zipping coats against chilled limbs.                      We pull platitudes from winter’s waste, from under mounds of fading snow willful still in shadowy pockets, in culverts and crevices, fading into muddy memory. We long for warmth breaths under blooming branches, long evenings dallying on back porches, spring-like sun to meltContinue reading “Poem: Fool’s Spring”