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2010 Poetry Theme Challenges#05 Signs of Spring |
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Firstly, Vladimir is most impressed with the response to his challenge and purrs 'thank you' and he'll
do it again sometime. As he sprawls on top of my monitor most of the time he gets to hear a lot of poetry
and his little grey ears did perk somewhat when I read feline poems to him - I am certain. As February is drawing to a close, Spring is not that far away. What signifies the arrival of Spring for you? Is it the first yellow and purple crocus, a daffodil or tulip? A bird appearing at the bird table for the first time this year maybe? As a child I knew Spring was here when chocolate eggs appeared in the shops - by that Spring comes before Christmas now though. The challenge, poems that celebrate the arrival of Spring.
Happy Quilling! Jem XXXX |
Signs of Spring
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Maryse AchongPrimrose, you seem to be saying With every pretty bloom, A long awaited fare thee well To winter’s drawn out gloom. So long to shortened, bleakish days, And lengthy, freezing nights, To layered clothes, and heavy coats, To Jack Frost’s nips and bites. Can you understand then Primrose Why you’re a cheerful sign That spring will soon come dancing in As winter’s chills decline. back to list |
Divena CollinsHow gentle doth this breath of Spring sigh Within light hazy mists, morning dew drops fall Like tiny tear drops descending from the sky, Forming tiny rivulets running down the wall, To evaporate in warmth of the morning rays A repetition to enliven natures ways, Nurtured sprouting bulbs, burst into bloom Displaying colours, and fragrant perfume. Past winters snow hath blown from the north New growth of Spring repaireth with zest Natures surroundings now at her very best Essence of love, and fantasies blossom forth Seeking a seclusive place amidst the trees Hosts of cherry blossom peep thro`leaves.  -----
Little Princess Of Spring |
Lorainne DafneyEmpty swings provide rides for cold gusts from winter's wrath, then cease, as spring approaches magic back to list |
Jem Farmer A kiss of warmth is not far away, the hope of life shall return with annual joy, Spring is born again, when daffodils bloom in garden urn. As the dormant Earth now gently wakes, awash with colour she sings, Spring is born again, with annual joy, we see the hope in these simple things. The spritely vigour of nascent life is found in the floral beds with annual joy, Spring is born again, crocus and tulips, showing their heads. And hearts too, turn to new horizons seeking love's desiring glow, Spring is born again, with annual joy, and Winter knows it is time to go. back to list |
Ryter RoethicalI watched them as they plant the bush Ignorant of the beauty there Nature is green, it’s man that’s obscene When any thing needs real love and care. In spring like man, everything is born Emerging from winter’s womb It’s man that’s obscene, Nature is green As life’s mantel begins to resume. Assuming man will destroy all things Greenies tell lies, to get their way Nature is green, it’s man that’s obscene Because of their lies firemen must pay..  ----- Lark Ascending The lark ascends into the blue sky See her joy and watch her play See the lark ascend, all else transcends So close to Heaven most of her day. The lark ascends over green clad hills Her sound, her song, echoes back All else transcends, see the lark ascend Flying straight up oer mans winding track. The lark descends as the night draws nigh Her song a little subdued See the lark ascend, all else transcends But with the night comes a change of mood.  ----- Non Vederemo Mai We will never see the spring We will never see the fall Our hearts will always sing With hardly time for love at all. We have so much love to bring It's the way loves dice will call. We will never see the spring We will never see the fall You can never wear my ring Or dance with me at a ball. But my heart you have enthral And it is my heart I bring. We will never see the spring.  ----- Unwanted Love What memories of spring I recall Too few to sate my desires Or perhaps regret, and then forget, Early spring is when love lights her fires. New found life is the same everywhere Experiment, experience And then forget or perhaps regret, Because of pain, love’s only tried once. A half empty nest is a poor state That’s not intended by fate Now comes regret, and a wish to forget, Then comes summer and you have no mate  ----- Your Spring In my home autumn’s now three days long Whilst for you, springs not begun Ours is months away, just another day And winter has no snow just sun. With no worries about storms of snow Our big concern is only rain Just another day, ours is months away But what good is it going down the drain? Too long in neglecting what to do Missing the showers of spring Ours is months away, just another day Because without rain, spring is missing Be thankful for spring and rain in May Worship green and budding life Just another day, ours is months away Without rain you’ll find nothing but strife.  back to list |
Nia WynneAltered by sleep spring sweetly seeps in With gumdrop stars sparkling Violet taffy skies, not high, All become indigo pond swirling. Curling ribbon candy along trails Flower dappled lime frosting Not high, violet taffy skies Above frosted fields fleeing. Where rivers of lemonade run pink Into oceans now rainbows, Violet taffy skies, not high, Painted by marshmallow clouds that glow. ----- Say Yes Someday the spring will be ours Someday loves dice will fall for sure Our hearts to find just the right hours. Some summer when time waits to lure No brook shall steal away the cure Nor pull up the last bright flower. Someday the spring will be ours Someday loves dice will fall for sure. Fascination becomes the tour For springs trumpets are not lour. We quietly search the towers Where first we discovered allures. Someday the spring will be ours.  back to list |
Maryse and Will Beneath the hill something is stirring, tightly packed in green-furled dreams as Winter's cold white sleep continues over all the entranced World. Spring is still a thousand miles away, on some other continent, playing his mischievous flute and lingering in fragrant meadows with boisterous lads and rosy-cheeked girls, a thoughtless fellow who lives for pleasure and the passing moment... Even as the cold is biting Freezing hands and ears and feet People are already dreaming About sunny days and heat. Fickle though the spring is sometimes Hot or cold, you never know, And though he comes with bright sunshine Oftimes he still brings the snow. But he is a charming fellow Melting hearts as well as ice Although he’s full of surprises Everybody thinks he’s nice. Beneath the hill pixies are busy, painting petals and perfecting leaves even goblins lend a hand, teasing out young roots' packed strands directing hungry bugs and slugs watering the deepest seeds with thimblefuls of melted ice… and snowflakes carried in their sleeves. Elves are running helter-skelter Checking work done everywhere Brownies polishing and dusting As mortals sing ‘Spring’s in the air!’ Winter coats are put in storage Long johns a thing of the past Tiny flowers peep out shyly Proof that Spring is here at last. back to list |
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