adventures in poetry
Summer’s simmering something Sweet in flowerpots and pansies. Luscious scents waft on the breeze, Attracting hosts of hungry bees Who never stop to wipe their feet But simply step right in and eat. Sweetness in and sweetness out— Honey, that’s what it’s all about.
Happy first day of summer! Peace to your ♥!
SPRING HERE! Leaflets announce The grand reopening Of blooms. Robins cry, “You heard it Here first!”
Happy spring! And peace to your ♥!
I’m not sure I was ever passionately in love with snow, even as a child. But I certainly loved piles of snow when it meant getting a day off school. The school district here no longer has snow days. When the weather is bad, students have a Flexible Instruction Day, which means spending the day learning online. I feel bad for the elementary-age children especially. Peace to your ♥!
Snow Bother Don’t you wish the piles of snow Would never ever ever go? Or are you like my father, Who considers snow a bother, And always while he’s shoveling Is wishing it were spring?
Speaking of Snow “No more snow,” says Mama. She’s had enough. “No! MORE SNOW!” we cry. We like the stuff. We wake to white, a wintry delight. Mama groans. “No, more snow,” she moans. We bundle up, go out to play. Only then do we shout “HOORAY!”
When
leaves depart,
that’s the start
of winter blues:
When
lonely trees
post vacancies
and all the sky
shows through.
First day of winter! Peace to your ♥!
I’m thinking of grass and blade,
generic and particular, and how
we are mostly color-blind to green.
Slope, soil, weeds have made
my lawn a lawn unto itself—now
dull, now bright, now in-between.
There are nuances underfoot
that ants and worms have seen.
I wish they could teach me how
to separate the blades, to put
aside green.
NaPoWriMo22 Day 16 — Even though I posted another poem earlier today, I couldn’t resist trying my hand at a curtal sonnet (napowrimo.net prompt for today) and combining it with the WordPress WordPrompt for this month, which is green. The WordPrompt also inspired the poem below.
After winter
spring is a re-leaf.
Knock, knock, knock—
Open the window.
Spring breeze here,
Stopping by
For a visit. Won’t stay long.
Only passing through.
Poem title from chapter 37 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Happy spring to those in the northern hemisphere! Peace to your ♥!
Watch out for Old Man Winter—
He’s sneaky, sly, and bold.
He likes to steal your breath away
Outside when it is cold.
Then before you have a chance
To ask, “Where did he go?”
Old Man Winter covers up
His tracks with fresh white snow!
Happy winter! Peace to your ♥!
Here comes Mr. October—
He’s the coolest month around.
Watch him strut his autumn airs
While his fan club gathers round.
The leaves sigh as he approaches;
They clap as he breezes by.
Some blush a brilliant shade of red
When he looks them in the eye.
See, as he swaggers onward,
How the leaves fall down in awe?
They’re swept up in admiration
Of the cool month they just saw.
Happy fall to those in the northern hemisphere and a happy day to all! Peace to your ♥!
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