spring morning appointment

 

let's meet under the maple tree

the sky is periwinkle blue

the garden is rain-sprinkled, new,

greening & lush, i will bring tea

& you will bring your silence, soft

as dawn, nesting of spry pines, washed

warm amber, soothing our knees

will we mellow & flow into  

radiant spring morning?  i hope so 

there are birdsongs & rowdy bees

& wild dandelions to blow

& red daisies to string & stow

& blooming pink lilacs to see

& wind to chase.  this is no ploy

our pockets will be full of joy!

let's meet under the maple tree

greening & lush, i will bring tea

warm amber, soothing our knees

there are birdsongs & rowdy bees

& blooming pink lilacs to see

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, Constanza Form,  hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm.  Thanks for the visit and comments.

{happiness}

i pluck happiness

from a pot of soil

it was wet from April rain

dazzling as first cherry bloom

i wash its

plumb leaves gently & encased it in glass

an ivory in perfect repose & sunshine 

muffling all the sadness in the rooms

but in the coming days

it was a dying 

flower shedding its petals

blackening roots

shrinking

losing its colors, spice & flavor

quietly, it begged to be released

as a monarch butterfly

as a wild bird

uncaged, unfiltered, unmarked

over the back yard

& out into the sky

i toss it like a ball

of dragon fire

hissing above the pine trees

{i heard laughter}

In response to my original post:    {sadness}

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Flipping Meanings.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Spin cycle: Spring

 

I fluff & fold away

winter blankets & thick socks

And put to wash my clothes 

on cold water spin cycle

The sun spreads marmalade 

hues on garden of budding greens

On the clotheslines

I hang 

flowering apostrophes & metaphors

and pin the conjugated verbs

with brown clips 

I flick away

the dewdrops of commas

stuck on my shirts

& shake out the dirt 

of hypenated syllabic words

hiding in my coat pockets

Later on, I will

pluck them & toss them all in the

laundry basket

unsorted & missing pairs & sun wrinkled

smell of maple syrup 

in the spring air

Posted for dVerse Poets pub- Poetics - Put Your Words in a Spin cycle - Hosted by De Jackson.

A Painter Without A Brush

 

the brush is a mongrel moon

a sop of soap stone, lump of foolish

grains in my hands, grey from winter

my fingertips are callous

unfeeling of any rhythm on canvas

i am slumbering shadow of dust

among the fine selections of books in garden

the sun brings a jingle of spring's eyes

as bouquet of wildflowers for the first

time & i am enamored with torrential clouds

of hues, shapes & hollows & tangent of words, whorls

of verses, as if famished, i drink it slowly

colors infuse & thrum, sharp as limes & lemons

my lips are basted by magenta & saffron spice

uncorked, honeycomb drips unabashed on ground

bees alight in morning blush of dewdrop

as if i am apricot tulip, budding rosy 

a new day, i 

am

Title from:  A Painter Without a Brush (Gerhard Richter)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  Poetics:  The Poet as Painter,  Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.   Please join us for a wonderful prompt at 3pm EST.

cake

i watch rain clouds roil the sky
then knead & butter the soil  

birds and small creatures honey- 
comb & sword-peck on seeds, grains

it's a feast-
specially the cake's throne topper-

spring maiden rules
dotting dandelions, daffodils, daisies

i soup & eat 
slowly, richly 

Dandelions by Grace@EverydayAmazing

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell.  This is a 44 word post  with the chosen word, RICH.  See you when the pub doors open for poetry reading at 3pm EST.   

the time of blossoming

wrapped in shawl of green
inside me white queen
waiting
in shadows to glean
slate of rain - its sheen
blazing
bare earth - velveteen
the trees pink wild - scene

of ardor, i lean
where red, blue birds preen
shaking 
feathers -  so serene
spring sun slips between
waking
inside me, white queen
wrapped in shawl of green

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Lai and Lai Nouveau - Poetry form, hosted by Frank Hubeny.   Pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Poetry form is Lai Nouveau.    

an army rises

stir my senses

afire, I'm your presence

reinvigorated

unsettle my tongue

for taste of spring tide-

above raspberry brambles

  

with curled tendrils, I lift

my palms up

to stairways and turrets 

of your sky, 

where you

brightest of light & giver

of seeds,  

calls

Spring@Grace

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post with the given word:   UP.   I also love that movie, UP.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.  

Season of dandelions

2018 Photo by Grace@Everyday Amazing


Your yellow faces mirror the sky's mantle
Brightening paths of grey 
Sway your pinwheel blooms to slather 
sunshine and green into our steps

Underneath cherry and magnolia petals
you root where the wind carries you-
you weed with careless swagger of young
heart, not caring for tomorrow's rain

Stay awhile as tulips bloom
And fruit trees dip with peach flowers
Gloriously cascading rain-soaked plumes 
This season of spring has short hours

Remind me, not to count how long
you are around, twirling cotton stars
But to inhale your season with gusto
As you bob to sounds of tambourines 




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   Thanks for your visit. 

splash of spring

snow is 
             melting 
                          butter 
on feet
of willow and pine trees

while sun is sprinkling
fuzzy bubbles of warm soap
in sky

gather me in your safe 
harbor
smell of sagebrush & cool 
peppermint

melding with the sugarcane air
of spring
              splashing 
                             my
                                     face



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - Hosted by Lillian Hallberg.  This is a 44 word post with the word GATHER.  See you at 3pm EST.   We had a glorious cool spring weekend.  

where is the choir of spring?

Credit:  Fay Collins Art

grab me a mirage of purple and lilacs
to bouquet the sky of grey & icy nights-
spring awaits, choir of color, fiery topaz-

i watch the rain hammer the bare backs
of trees as sun billows behind bland whites-
grab me a mirage of purple and lilacs

my hands are tarred in disquiet
viewing soggy heads of dead roses, black-
where is spring, choir of color, fiery topaz?

my eyes are strained, seeing snow in cracks
of climbing walls & flower pots, knitted tight
is this season a mirage of purple and lilacs?

i count the days where i'll sit on hammock,
read my books with slow pace and re-write 
spring's arrival, choir of color, fiery topaz-

the gem in my canvas of cottonwood & hemlock-
my footsteps turn to fancy and air light                                
paint me a mirage of purple and lilacs
spring awaits, choir of color, fiery topaz!



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Sarah Connor on the artwork of Fay Collins.  Villanelle poetry form (19 Lines).   We had ice storm over the weekend and its already the middle of April.    Thanks for your visit.

Cloudy with rain showers

sprinkle me with raindrops-
i am new

sunshine eyes, tulip-pale
blossoming

swishing my skirts, i bring out 
dancing shoes

with my umbrella, i'm 
skipping thru rain

dandy with daffodils-
i grin -   spring!!

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Sunny-Side Up, Hosted by Lillian.  Theme:  Think young, take the energy of the spring season and think fun, new life, possibilities. Sunny side up, everyone. For this prompt, I have selected 1 image from the batch.   
Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

eggs for spring breakfast

dawn is whipping up sky in 
bluesy pink hues

in my sleep, i hear birdsongs &
squirrels chasing away shadows

and egging me to rise
flinging away the lingering winter chill

and push my tiny green fingertip up-
a spring bud above cold soil

Credit:  here

Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille, hosted by Kim M.  Russell.  This is post of 44 words, with the word - egg.  See you at 3pm EST.  

spring fever

tides roar
chests charging skyward-  
spring fever is on


finger buds rising
greening fields-
wild flowers frolicking by feet
of trees-
raindrops scenting faces  
of tulips- 
birdsongs everywhere-


tiny cherry blooms unveiling
delicate parasols, pink eyelets


I am stilled
in the arms of beauty

Sakura viewing at High Park

Grace@EverydayAmazing

Posted for D'verse poets Pub - Quadrille ~  44 word post, with the word STILL.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3 pm EST.  Thank you.