The Solar Spring is breathtaking sending out itself everywhere
a sense of renewal is arising, growing, budding, and blooming.
The groundbreaking is taxing the granules of rich earthen sod
as new life seeks out the world above and the waiting wonder.
Aurorean presence breaks dawn light relishing the early share
as morning spreads the atmosphere rummaging goes on below.
Snowdrops pierce a melting frost and Sweet Alyssum edges on
the blossoms of mostly white and hints of green drooping down
Further onwards the tiny flowerets of Alyssum's scent air swell
and in the rears just above ground in striking colors are pansies.
The grand boulevard of a bustling town a ways from the hey-day
as an array of color-filled flowers like Daffodils being light in color.
There are bold blue-colored Bluebonnet stems standing in rows
and immediate to them are purple Sunflowers, --they're purplish.
Scattered about is a display of different hues of tall Spider Lillies
on the whole, I'm impressed with our tiny town's achievements.
I can say that with a measure of certainty that memories serve of
Bath, Maine circa 1970 + a dog after a chicken + a town after a dog.
Hope blooms
in April when
amethyst flowerets
appear like magic on my trees.
I hear chirping and catch a glimpse of birds
gathering small sticks for new nests.
Delight perfumes the night.
I thank God when
hope blooms!
January 18, 2023
M.L. Kiser's Pen A Rictameter, Hopes Of Springs Return Poetry Contest
Now entered in Brian Strand's Your Decision Poetry Contest
Leaving lavender flowerets, all over rich, lavender satin sheets!
That is how I think of you, even before we meet!
The silent, shadow of a candle, scented and so sensually tall.
Flickers and dances, as we do, on eternity’s, splashing, love’s waterfall.
Time simply flashes by humanity in a blink!
Eternity holds us, painted, in its own, aqueous, starlit, wink!
2/9/2022
Sunflowers are Kansas’s answer to happiness in summer.
She has fields of them – smiling giants, sassy and pretty.
Their dark brown centers, peppered with giant seeds
Showing off shiny giant flowerets in sunshine’s color.
Beautiful in a verdant green background of hope.
Red cardinals are Kansas’s answer to happiness in winter.
They dip and dash at bird feeders, taking turns, no squawking.
Against the white snow, their color is fabulous!
I watch them flying in, and I smile, wishing my summer sunflowers
Could dip and dash like my gorgeous cardinals.
We met in the first showers of october when country was brown,
Buds still frail, flowerets closed and our souls chaste.
But with one kiss, ten fingers and one match,
You set fire to my thatch heart...
Now our love is a ghost that rages in the night
when the lights are out and the wolves are loud.
There seems purpose for living for today;
Perhaps man shall fall in love every time he stands
And break to bone every time he seeks new purpose.
Now I know why the skies are blue,
It's a way bodies of high heaven spell the word envy
every time they look down at you...
The endless celestial beseeches thy hue, until then
There will be no more black moons and graceless nights -
Old rusty lanterns of our chests once devoid of flame
clanging respitelessly in winds waged by past lovers...
Only a warm bed and sugary heart songs.
11/01/17
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The birds are back. The sparrows, the robins, the finches too.
The red cardinals, the blue jays, though they are seldom in two’s.
The woodpeckers, and the hummingbirds, some gray, and some blue.
Their choir is raising the mushrooms right out of their snooze.
Overnight Mother Nature has slyly sprinkled green glitter all around.
She did it effortlessly, kindly, boldly, with a total lack of sound.
We now have the greeniest greens high and low, greens that can ever be found.
I will invite you over, if you promise not to disturb our ant mound.
Formerly frozen creek has thawed into a gorgeous wild flowing river.
The shy, flirty, faerie-decorated butterflies are in sliver/quiver.
Dragonflies, moths, beetle-bugs, and caterpillars are near the river.
Making my happy heart sing and dance a bogie jive closer to my liver.
The scent of the purple and lavender lilacs is suspiciously sweet.
The first real proof that the perennials are ready to stand on their feet.
Magically pushing their fragrant puffy flowerets to fruition in this full heat.
The monarch is leading the way, dragonflies, and earthworms, following in beat.
(For a contest). Word Group 3.
Oh, a plane ticket to meet my one true love,
Plus a secret box, on the lid a dove,
Inlaid a jewelled masterpiece,
Fairies in each fleur-de-lis,
Blossoms of gauzy glory,
Perennial veils of fairy stories,
Beribboned spangled treasury,
Fairies flitting so flowery,
Our queen of favourite ruby roses,
Posies for all, one supposes,
Flowerets the best cuddle,
Essence of Spring, residual,
There are fairies in the flowers in the garden,
One favourite flower, a rose---then a garland.
30/12/2015
Our garden's masterpiece,
Fairies in each fleur-de-lis,
Blossoms of gauzy glory,
Perennial veils of fairy stories,
Beribboned spangle treasury,
Fairies flitting so flowery,
Our queen of ruby roses,
Posies for all, one supposes,
Flowerets the best cuddle,
Essence of Spring, residual,
There are fairies in the flowers in our garden,
One ruby rose--then a garland!!
Gathering “daisy do’s” and “daisy don’ts”
amid life’s proverbial clover.
The sun may shine
on clouds divine.
I think I’ll name the little dog “Rover.”
Butterfly near, I think you’re a dear
to pollinate the flowers.
A winged delight
within my sight.
I think I’ll look for a four leaf clover.
Dove so white in drifting flight
soon lost on the foggy horizon.
Daisy flowerets
Petaled roulette
I think I’ll call the yellow cat “Grover.”
A bee buzzing here, a bee buzzing there
It’s stinger I hope not to feel
I’d better run.
Stings are not fun.
I think I’ll wish for this day to be over.
© Debra Squyres
Walking along the path,
I gaze upon the scene,
two lovely Daffodils,
swaying in the breeze.
~*~
"Two Daffodils" stand in a rutilant post,
no genial others are there to boast,
the blossoms in oppositional salute,
thankfully their flowerets didn't bolt!
~*~
Pretty yellow, glowing beacon from a far,
like the sun, our distant warming star,
Ye pistol and petals is very chromatic,
an ephemeral flower that's never dramatic.
~*~
While your bloom is veritably short,
an late spring is your final tort,
with the generation of thy all covering lawn,
oh how I miss you when you've pawned!
ruffled flowerets gather to tickle my face,
waving their skirts in sweet windlblown grace
as we all tumble under daybreak’s amber strands ,
zoom! a rocket of rainbow dances in celestial plays;
bursting a hundred droplets on one rare springtime blaze
single quintain
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Contest: PD's Rainbow
By: nette onclaud