Showing posts with label spring poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring poem. Show all posts

Friday, March 15, 2024

First Signs of Spring


Blue and gray canopy 


laden with showers

Bashful green filigree 

kindled with flowers...

Landscapes the color of weathered burlap...

Bird-warble wakening earth from its nap...

Robins return with their antics and lays...

Treetops still barren are ringing with praise...

Bleak garden canvases start beckoning
Exciting artists with first signs of spring...


Blue and gray canopy laden with showers
Bashful green filigree kindled with flowers
Lengthening daylight and dusk lingering
These are a few of the first signs of spring

Landscapes the color of weathered burlap
Bird-warble wakening earth from its nap
Stiff breeze and soft zephyr tug-of-warring
Thrilling our thoughts with the first signs of spring

Robins return with their antics and lays
Treetops still barren are ringing with praise
Bleak garden canvases start beckoning
Exciting artists with first signs of spring

Raindrops plip plop in a wild hip-hop dance
Sun-kisses tease eager hearts with romance
Sugar-shacks teem with maple-tree’s sweet fling
Drizzling warm pancakes with first signs of spring

Windows edge upward to let in fresh air
South-facing porches are graced with a chair
Pretty pussy-willow bouquets are purring
From front hall tables with first signs of spring

Refurbished rivulets ripple and glim
God, its great Maestro and joy, its glad hymn
Unfurled, like silver ribbon-song shimmering
Winding through meadows in first signs of spring

© Janet Martin

Pretty pussy-willow bouquets are purring
From front hall tables with first signs of spring...

Monday, May 8, 2023

Wind-song of Hope


It rings in nature’s thoroughfare
It sings in dawn’s hurrah...


It steals into each dewdrop kiss...



It flickers on the woodland wick
Aura of imminence
Ignites the budded candlestick
In mossy ambience...



It rings in nature’s thoroughfare
It sings in dawn’s hurrah
And rouses in the heart a prayer
Of never-ending awe

It flickers on the woodland wick
Aura of imminence
Ignites the budded candlestick
In moss-green ambience

It steals into each dewdrop kiss
It heals the broken dream
And to a world with much amiss
Florets unfettered stream

It lilts in warbling rondelay
It bursts with fresh belief
It waves winter’s chill wind away
With silky handkerchief

It refuels the poet’s pen
Benison of blue sky
Crowns worship’s refurbished amen
With wonder’s my-oh-my

Nothing compares to its cajole
This rival of defeat
Revives, restores, renews the soul
With anthems, warm and sweet

It tickles even stiffest lips
With hint of giddy grin
And kindles kind companionship
To all who let it in

It brings a bounce to farmer’s gait
Eye on yon graying slope
And satisfies war-sighs of ‘wait’
With Spring’s Wind-song of Hope

© Janet Martin

After a frigid, rainy week we are welcoming 
a warmer, sunny start to a new week!


Job 37:21-24
Now no one can look at the sun,
bright as it is in the skies
after the wind has swept them clean.
22 Out of the north he comes in golden splendor;
God comes in awesome majesty.
23 The Almighty is beyond our reach and exalted in power;
in his justice and great righteousness, he does not oppress.
24 Therefore, people revere him,
for does he not have regard for all the wise in heart?[b]”

Friday, April 14, 2023

Like Spring Chamber Music With A Twist


For today's prompt, we're going to try something a little different
 in that I want you to write an "And Now for Something Completely Different" poem. 
This prompt is inspired by the Monty Python skits that would suddenly shift gears, 
but your poem doesn't have to be humorous. 
It should aspire to be somehow different than what you've written so far this month.

We laugh at robin antics...




Like an invitation to spring’s festival, the sun
Unfolds the earth at daybreak, beckoning to everyone...



Like an invitation to spring’s festival, the sun
Unfolds the earth at daybreak, beckoning to everyone
To rise and shine like little lights of love into a world
To slow swift pace and pause where nature’s vendors are unfurled
Like gentle chamber music, and admission is free
A festival of bars and phrases primed for poetry
Where no one is elbowing neighbors for a better view
(Although we wouldn’t mind, on this fine day, a nudge or two)
Because we are honored to be part of this happiness
While wandering through April’s festival of friendliness
We laugh at robin antics as they sing, a merry troop
And praise this perfect…what the heck?!!!
Aw! I just stepped in dog poop!!!

© Janet Martin



Thursday, April 13, 2023

April Quadrille

 PAD Challenge-day 13-For today's prompt, write a forgive poem. 

Green murmur on the meadow...

First timid tufts of flora...



Green murmur on the meadow
 New nest tucked in the brush
And on the verge of birth, a surge
Of calm before the rush

A bud pulsing with promise
A garden, primed with dreams
A zephyr. soft, blue sky aloft
Earth, bursting at its seams

Marmalade-misted morning
Sweet, sun-kissed afternoon
Silhouette-show of dusk’s tableau
‘neath tusk of opaque moon

First timid tufts of flora
Nature’s most modest plumes
Presents its charms to open arms
And eyes, thirsty for blooms

The ground, like Berber carpet
Where tender bare feet dance
Earth’s spartan sweep cannot long keep
Its pristine countenance

April arouses laughter
Wakes joy akin to Heav’n
A robin’s trill, a daffodil
And winter is forgiv’n

© Janet Martin

Saturday, April 8, 2023

Spring Drumroll



PAD Challenge Day 8-For today's prompt, write a homograph poem.
(similar to homonyms??)

One bashful crocus beneath a garden-bench partly began this drumroll for me😎


also, this happy *pear, oops pair, (*homograph) 
the other evening contributed as well
(thanks to a mediocre zoom lens)

I was trying to tiptoe in to get a better angle after this zoomed-in shot below
(because I couldn't see the female duck)

but, my movement alerted them and away they flew
w-a-a-y up-brook...


I heard a herd of thund'ring feet; a feat of sweet delight
The road where Old Man Winter rode away upon is bright
With hopes and dreams; it seems the seams that held tight for so long
Are bursting with fair fare of flowers, bare trees bear first song
Bored bystanders board bustling barges laden with a world
Of fond, fawned fantasies about to be bee hives unfurled 
The cold, bold way of snowflakes bowled over with buds that weigh
The sum of what some see as a sea of blossom-hooray
Where earth, a berth of birth responds to reign of rain cajole
I heard a herd of thund'rng feet; a feat called Spring Drumroll 

 Janet Martin






Monday, April 3, 2023

PAD Challenge day 3-Waiting for spring



PAD Challenge day 3-For today's prompt, write a connection poem.

My daughter sent me this picture of Dear Granddaughter, and three words
Waiting For Spring🌺☔🌞


'Do I have your permission to use it with a poem?' I asked 
to which she replied 'of course'

Ah, just beyond bedraggled fronds of remnant drifts of snow
Beyond the umber overtones before green starts to show
Beyond the gate where we still wait with umbrella in hand
While raindrops waltz from leaden vaults across storm-sobered land
I sense the steady trundle of a sturdy wagon heaped
With a three-season bundle to be sown, tended and reaped

Ah, just beyond the pond still chilled with winter’s aftermath
I hear the dance of bare feet spilled to dusty garden path
And like a teapot tipped to pour sweet sips of mint or chai
I feel the earth, an eager cup lifted to catch the sky
Where just beyond the bondage of what Time alone sets free
I sense an immense barrage of buds turned to melody

Ah, just beyond the wall we cannot scale or clap apart
I sense the love and laughter of a color-happy heart
After winter has gone the way of every winter-old
After earth’s rags of brown and gray are laid with green and gold
After the part after the art that draws ajar spring’s gate
I know once more we will admit that it was worth the wait

© Janet Martin

Ah, just beyond the pond still chilled with winter’s aftermath...


After the part after the art that draws ajar spring’s gate...










Thursday, March 23, 2023

When Earth Starts Dancing With First Fragrances of Spring...

 


This poem began the other day as I, like 'last year's pup' also sought the southside deck...


...delighting in first sightings of robins, and song-sparrow warbles and killdeer cries





Sometimes when earth starts dancing with first fragrances of spring
When robin song romances winter’s wearied weathering
It rouses frames filled with fond scenes of days, long left behind
With ways that will not change in spite of change’s ceaseless grind

It brings to mind pictures of school girls, hopscotch, skipping ropes
Of farmers whistling, with fresh bounce in steps of buoyed hopes
Of mothers cooking suppers for fresh-air keened appetites
Of pussy-willow ‘kittens’ and brook-song’s restored delights

Of puddles where paper boats sail, where little children ‘fish’
Of pebble-pennies lobbed, kerplunk, laden with Dreamer’s wish
And the wild rush of freedom as temperatures start to soar
And coats are tossed and cheeks are flushed with sun-kisses once more

Of last year's pup sprawled on south-facing deck for mid-day snooze
Of fantasies of feet freed from time-thieving socks and shoes 
Of picnic-baskets trundled to a perfect place to sit
On blankets spread a world away, as far as rules permit 

Of blue, blue rafters crowning girths, heady with birth, bud-rife
Of laughter, rising, falling on the carousel of life
Of scents, woodsy and pungent, kindling an impatient urge
For violet and forget-me-not and dandelion splurge

Or, countryside at sunset, swaddled in gold-embossed scrims 
Where silky dust-scarves waft from furrows stoked with planting hymns
Or the certain return of frantic, plaintive killdeer's cry 
Or whack! as baseball bats find sweet spots and outfielders fly  

Or muddy boots, where pastures were not wander-ready yet
Or bucket-garnished maple-trees snaring sap-pirouette
Or new-found loot, like sparkly stones, or shells where oceans roar
Or pop bottles to cash in for treats from the corner store

...and willow-wand's first feathered fronds before its sighing sheen
And prickly perches on creeks banks before stiff thatch turns green
Where ragged cattail-paupers wait for warmer streams to wade
But cheered by the shrill ripple of spring-peeper serenade 

I’m glad, when earth starts dancing with first fragrances of spring
I realize for all the changes life is bound to bring
The keepsakes that I treasure no modern progress can claim
Because children and nature are still very much the same

© Janet Martin


(a few tidbits from last year...because we're not quite there yet)




Monday, March 20, 2023

Happy Spring Greeting

Happy First Day of Spring!


Gramma finally relented a few days ago
(because we were only a few sleeps away from the date circled on the calendar)


when granddaughter was promised she could finally use 'her favorite teapot')



We garnished our mint-leaf tea with dried marigold and recalled the day we harvested them


while dreaming of delightful garden days to come...


The sun tangles in tresses, still barren, where spring’s debut
Caresses sod and soul with notes of an emerging tune...


The sun tangles in tresses, still barren, where spring’s debut
Caresses sod and soul with notes of an emerging tune
Hope and delight ignite ballads of blossoms coming true
Contentment like a butterfly breaks from winter’s cocoon
And joy peals from a belfry that we sense but cannot see

The breezes tease us with visions of verdant countryside
Hillsides and brook banks beckon us to linger on earth’s loom
To revel in impressions of a trove of gates flung wide
As buds begin to breathe and bulging bulbs burst into bloom
And robins sing a song of spring and Reason dares to dance
As gladness finds fresh anchors in life’s sea of circumstance

The snow recedes like ebbing tides from winter-weary shores
Dawn is an eager child dashing across time’s gleaming sands
Dreams tiptoe, careful not to arouse Old Man Winter's snores
We, well aware of streets soon winnowed by time’s gleaning hands
Grapple once more with tug of wars, beauty and duty spun
On how to make the most of moments melting in the sun

© Janet Martin

For, lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle
Is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grape
Give a good smell
.
Song of Solomon 2:11-13



Thursday, March 16, 2023

Sneak-peek at Spring Things

 Four more sleeps till the first day of spring!!





Soon earth will burst with garden rooms
Forsythia and dogwood plumes
Tulips and daffodils will stroll
Like little girls across the knoll
And heaven will tip welkin jars
To dapple dells with violet stars
And orchard thoroughfares will tease
Noses with heady blossom breeze
And honey bees will buzz and hum
From lilac to geranium
And rose buds will spill miracles
And trees will hoist lace parasols
And woodland citadels will ring
With feathered throngs that sing and sing
And brooks will tumble out to the sea
With a refurbished melody
And raindrop tap dancers will waltz
And puppies will turn somersaults
...and puddles will be full of feet
Where almost-heaven and earth meet
And housewives will fling windows wide
To welcome the outdoors inside
And farmers will stoke dusty slopes
While planting seed-sized prayers and hopes
And children, like colored balloons
Will swing away warm afternoons
And laundry lines will be a string 
Of motley banners, fluttering
And the air will kindle a grin
That starts somewhere beneath our skin 
And life will be sweeter because
Spring fills the world where winter was

© Janet Martin