Orchestrated Beauty
She strips away the winter wear
But leaves it out to dry
She warms herself in Sun’s bright light
Taking her sweet time
She slowly starts to gathering
All her friends and more
And puts to task just one of them
To sweep up off the floor
All that lingers from the season
Holidays; great cheer
Festive parties; gatherings
And ringing in ’new year
She’s diligent behind the scenes
Even in a frost
Preparing for her premier
When snow, for now, is lost
Spring has been quite busy
Sowing her new dress
She’s had the help of faithful friends
Many hands make burdens less
Flocking, they will travel far
From the south to see
The matinee she’s working on
Her annual destiny
Even should a sudden snowfall
Take her by surprise
She won’t be late, she has a date
Her show, in days, arrives
It’s time; the moment waited for
Her production in grand scale
March 20th, the day is here
Spring’s finally unveiled!
Que the chorus; sounds of music
Birds of every kind
Fill the morning with great cheer
And this heart of mine
First on stage the almond tree
Budding with white brilliance
And then the cherry, making happy
Pink hued luminescence
My favorite guest, I’d have to say
The Sun whose been away
Not really, but it sure seems so
With Winter’s shortened days
The peach tree, soon; will don her jewels
And draw the bees to gather
From her blossoms, small and fragile,
Life, of golden nectar
On goes the song; a live performance
Though, waiting in the eaves
Is Summer; Sun’s bright star presents
When Spring, the stage, she leaves
Springs
He closed his eyes
just enough
allowed himself to summon
the song
from the Spring
that swells
in the eyes
the ears
in the thawing of streams
He closed his eyes
just enough
and allowed himself to dream
of Springs
and reactions he might bring
summoning every
warmth of feeling
every dampened dew
and crumpled tissue
He closed his eyes
just enough
to summon all the sirens
of love
knowing Spring
would come
in step
like she always does
#SpringOde #Challenge
Raindrops
Raindrops are falling on my head,
But I don’t feel like singing.
Leaves are blooming but the only thing I see blooming
Is blood on my sleeve like the reddest rose.
Ode to the rain,
Reminding me that
I’m not the only one crying out in pain.
Ode to the spring flowers, pushing me out of my stem while reminding me that I
Must stick to my roots to survive.
Ode to the green, the four leaf clover,
Giving me a glimmer of hope that my luck will improve.
Most of all, ode to nice(er) weather
That leaves the stark white of winter behind.
The Thunder of March
After months of blistering cold,
And days of ice blanketing all,
The seasons usher in change anew
The sun gleams in the vibrant blue sky,
Melting the last remnants of winter's wrath
The golden rays beam down,
Washing everything in their light
Sheets of rain pour down,
Watering the earth and sky,
Leaving a familiar, damp scent behind
The continuous showers
Pave the way for April flowers,
Blooming in all their resplendent glory
The sweet aroma of blossoms,
Carried along a gentle breeze,
Lingers throughout the crisp, clear air,
Stagnant no longer
The verdant vegetation renews, even stronger
The warm weather feels like a blessing
To all life, including the birds nesting
The reign of March thunders in a new season,
Earth welcomes it with arms wide open
Pink Roses
The scent of vibrant pink roses is like a warm embrace as I pass flower stand after flower stand. Their delicate petals exude a fragrance sweeter than candy. All they need to be happy is sunlight and water. If only that were the same for me. As I walk past a park with dogs chasing frisbees and parents pushing their kids on swings, I pause for a moment to take in the changing of the seasons. For not only is spring coming, but I feel it will come bearing gifts of renewal and hope.