The Dance of Spring In spring, when flowers wink and nod,And grasses green escape the sod,The sun, a jovial comrade, beams,And warms the brooks to babbling streams.A daffodil, in yellow dress,Does curtsy to the wind’s caress.While cherry blossoms, pink and fair,Toss confetti in the air.The robins, in their russet vests,Are busy feathering their nests.And bees,…
Vernal Equinox Spring whispers, soft and low,Through the thawing earth below.Sun and moon in balance, tight,Day equals the length of night.Buds awaken, brave and bold,From the winter’s chilly hold.Life reborn in vibrant hue,Under skies of clearest blue.Streams laugh in a bubbling flow,Melting hearts like winter’s snow.Nature’s canvas, freshly drawn,In the quiet break of dawn.Green tendrils…
Spring’s Equinox Whisper In the heart where two seasons meet,On the cusp of dreams so sweet,Spring whispers to the slumbering ground,With a gentle, life-giving sound.Beneath the equinox sky so clear,Winter’s chill begins to disappear.Daffodils dance, and tulips sing,To the tune of spring’s awakening.A canvas painted in vibrant hue,Of pink, of gold, of green anew,Where cherry…
The Comedy of Spring Spring tiptoes in, unseen,Bold queen, painting green.Trees bare, now a screen,Flowers wake, keen.Daffodils yawn, a stretch,Tulips snooze, they fetch.Birds chirp, wires they etch,Cuckoo sings, owls kvetch.Bunnies hop, eggs hide,Bush or tree, they bide.Rain pranks, plans collide,Sun peeks, scramble wide.Spring laughs, flowers in hair,Joyful chaos, everywhere.Season of fun, beyond compare,Renewal with flair….
Where wildflowers dream, spring awakes,Soft breezes whisper, golden bloom stakes.Daffodils dance, gloom they chase,Light dispels darkness, filling space.The brook sings, pebbles play,Through meadows it laughs, joyous display.Butterflies flutter, vibrant and free,Igniting desire, a sight to see.Cherry blossoms paint the sky,Under pink canopies, lovers lie.Green shoots brave, earth they break,A new world unfolds, life they stake.Robin’s…
In the quiet of winter’s embrace,Under the cloak of night’s deep grace,Lies a phantom, sleek and sly,A treacherous layer called Black Ice.It mirrors the moon in deceptive guise,A perilous beauty, cold and wise.Travelers, heed the silent cry,For beneath your feet, the dangers lie.With a whisper, it calls to those unaware,A dance with fate, through the…
The day is cold and dark and dreary;It whispers tales, somber and teary.Clouds hang low, in sorrow, nearlyTouching the earth, embracing it dearly.Leaves flutter down, the wind’s courier, weary,Across barren lands, the scene is eerie.Yet within the gloom, a spark, clearlyShines, a beacon of hope, held nearly.For in the heart of despair, merelyLies the strength…
A Cold’s Grip In the grip of a cold, so fierce and so bold,Where sneezes and coughs in the air are rolled.Nose red as a rose, eyes watery and wide,Seeking solace where warmth and comfort reside.Under blankets, I hide, from the chill outside,A cup of tea in hand, my steady guide.Whispers of steam, in the…
Beneath the cloak of a cold winter night,Whispers of frost on the breeze take flight.Stars twinkle above in a silver array,Painting the dark with a cold, gentle sway.The moon, a guardian, full and bright,Casts upon snow a soft, ethereal light.Trees stand in silence, their branches bare,Holding the weight of the cold they wear.Breaths form clouds,…
In the stillness of the morning’s first light,Lay plums in a bowl, cold and bright.Their skins, a dance of purple and blue,Holding the chill of the dawn’s fresh dew.Touched by the warmth of a rising sun,Their icy sheen glistens, one by one.A contrast so stark, yet beautifully blends,In this quiet moment, where night softly ends.Beneath…
