SPRING HERE! Leaflets announce The grand reopening Of blooms. Robins cry, “You heard it Here first!”
Happy spring! And peace to your ♥!
(ad)ventures in poetry
SPRING HERE! Leaflets announce The grand reopening Of blooms. Robins cry, “You heard it Here first!”
Happy spring! And peace to your ♥!
Trees speak
the language of leaves,
and in autumn
lose their voices
in the sound of the wind.
Their black winter outlines
sketch tall tales to tell
when their leaves
return in the spring
with the robins.
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 ♥!
In springtime when your buds first show,
Delightfully I watch them grow,
So fresh and new after winter’s gray
I want to laugh and sing and play.
Yes, in springtime I am young and gay.
In summer when your boughs are full,
Your beauty’s irresistible.
I gaze upon your crown of green,
The loveliest I’ve ever seen.
Yes, in summer I am like a queen.
In autumn when your branches gold,
What stunning pageantry I behold
As the leaves that cluster at your breast
Scatter like jewels east and west.
Yes, in autumn I am richly dressed.
In winter when your limbs are bare,
With childlike wonder I stop and stare,
Entranced by your graceful whitened frame,
No two branches ever the same.
Yes, in winter I am quite the dame.
Years ago, after reading Myra Cohn Livingston’s book Poem-Making: Ways to Begin Writing Poetry, in which she describes five different types of poems, I wrote one of each kind using a tree-theme. I’ve previously posted “Truncated” (dramatic apostrophe) and “Possibility” (lyrical). “Pageant Tree” is a dramatic conversation. I’ll post the remaining two in the next two weeks. Peace to your ♥!
Welcome to April and National Poetry Writing Month! I’m once again using prompts from the NaPoWriMo.net website. A big thank you to Maureen Thorson for this wonderful resource.
Maureen posts an early-bird prompt each year. This year’s prompt is, fittingly, to write a poem about your favorite bird. Rather than write a new poem, I’m posting one I wrote years ago. I had wanted to post “Debutante” anyway for the start of April–it’s a bit of serendipity that the poem fits with the prompt.
Debutante Robin heralds spread the news As April makes her spring debut, A budding month, an ingénue. She blossoms with each passing day, Strews petals from her beaus’ bouquets And waltzes past them into May. © Stephanie Malley
I plan to post my newly-written NaPoWriMo poems daily, though it’s entirely possible you may end up with two in one day. In any case, I hope you enjoy them. Peace to your ♥!
Yellow is my favorite color, and daffodils are one of the reasons why. Peace to your ♥ !
Daffodil Thrill Yellow Beacons of spring Bring delight—all those bright Daffodil faces in places I go. © Stephanie Malley
We haven’t had a bad winter at all, and still I’m looking forward to spring. Peace to your ♥ !
Lighten Up winter dressing is compressing spring is when we breathe again © Stephanie Malley