Wonderful Wednesday Celebrates the (Official) Arrival of Spring!
Wonderful Wednesday Celebrates the (Official) Arrival of Spring!
You wouldn’t know it in many parts of the country.
Here where your host is we just got a new blanket of 8 inches of snow overnight!
But it IS the first day of Spring nonetheless!
So whether or not it looks or feels like it,
let’s celebrate the arrival of Spring in poetry!
Anything springlike is fair poetic game.
Let your muse loose to alight literarily on the arrival of Spring!
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Welcome to the CPC Wonderful First Day of Spring Wednesday! They say hope Springs eternal, and we’re hoping Springs for real very soon, so we can enjoy some eternal Springtime joys. And right here right now, that includes poetry about Springtime!
An old Saturday Share collab.
SEASONAL AFFECTIVE ORDER
Seasons come and seasons go,
While the winds blow to and fro.
In the breeze, where will love flow?
Every lover wants to know.
With mist descending far and low,
enveloping, gently and slow,
the urge to merge will always grow,
until entwined like mistletoe.
Pulled by gentle lunar rhythms,
united across yawning chasms,
distance breached by passion’s force,
as banks by rushing water’s course.
Moonlight shining down below,
on weeping heavy winter snow,
creates a sparkling silver glow,
a luminescent lovers’ show.
Spring’s around approaching corners,
yet fading winter has its mourners.
For when the flowers start to grow,
lovers’ winter snuggles go.
© 2009 RGD
The snugglers who squeezed out a line or two: Colleen B. (2), Just Jo, Lady “Cheryl” Death (2), Lady Seda, Sheila A. (2), United Majority,
SPRING FALLET
*~*
Spring had sprung
All pretty things come out to play
Flowers in bloom
Birds that sing
Water flow in streams
Butterflies flow
In the wind
Apples blossoms blooms
Bees gather
Their nectar to make honey
And lovers spoon
Makein plans to soon
All have spring fever that had flown the coop
*~*
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————— March 19 , 2o13
A silly wordplay from a few years ago. The “Ides” or middle of March is the 15th, just a few days before the start of Spring. In history it is notorious as the day the ancient Roman dictator Julius Caesar was murdered, in 44 B.C.
THE EYES OF MARCH
The Eyes of March are almost here,
I think that I’ll go drink a beer
until the hoopla has died down.
Hoopla always makes me frown.
Except that is for Hula hoopla
Now that could even make you poopla.
Just a little, in your pants.
It looks so funny when they dance!
It’s just a hoop, a plastic loop
But listen, here’s a real scoop:
Hula hoops are good exercise,
they make you healthy, if not wise.
The Eyes of March go marching on
until March itself is gone.
Then April rains upon us all;
before you know it, it is Fall.
© 2009 RGD
COME OUT!
Come out, o daffodils of spring!
I want to see you do your thing!
Bright green shoots topped with a knob
whose blossoms draw a smile from Bob.
Your trumpets herald Spring is here!
New life to celebrate this year.
Your colors beckon to come out
to share the joys that Spring’s about!
Copyright March 19th 2013 RGD