morning bird notes

i.

spring hides from the window 

the fog is a film

in noir

bathed in memories of tulips & blue irises

(no birds in sight)

ii.

gusts &                thunderstorms

are the weather

heavy-lidded eyes

peek from sleep delirium     & then lapse   

(a fallen feather)  

iii.

the trees

are sticks & stilts & empty 

canvas

awaiting the slight brush of      spring

(a bird song trills)

iv.

what spell is this

to wake up with bones fresh & fevered

my fingers    are running    faster

than i can           catch                   up

sage smoke & songs      

from spring rain to sloshing river

(a cardinal on the fence)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -Zuihitsu, hosted by Merril Smith.  Thanks for the visits and comments.

spring

mother arrives with a knife

cutting down the dead tree with swift blows-

pulling back dull curtains, bagging old

autumn leaves & winter bones with twisted bow    

this is a season of hardiness as stubborn

bull, plunging into the open air with grit & breath

of a seasoned traveler, braving the rain & roller- 

coaster wind, driving head first to sow seeds & spores

spring season arrives with false starts

much like a failing review of a premiere movie night-  

or a disappointing first-look of famous landmark-

it is a short season as the cherry blossoms trees-

yet in every spring season, you marvel its art-

thick thistles of flowerets- 

gnarly green fingers rising from mud-

red-veined leaves, delicate as old woman's hands-

  

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetics:   Getting Hooked on Opening Lines, hosted by Kim Russell.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thank you.

Emerald eyes of spring

 

Call me, I have emerald eyes

Watching the pink lilacs blooming

Under the glossy silver sky

Green buds are preening & swooning

Red flowerettes bloom - a marvel

Call me, I have emerald eyes

Brimming with spring steps so cheerful

Without wiles, witchweeds or guises

I scatter seeds, saplings arise

Under the bright sun's long hours

Call me, I have emerald eyes

Tying colorful wildflowers

Gathering pinecones, I pen words

Under maple tree, sweet as pie

This is where I'll be - heeding birds

Calling me with emerald eyes

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetry Form is Quatern.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   

mapmaker

the orange plumed robin's

belly is heavy 

sitting on twigged nest-

at top of willow tree

black raven shrills ((()))

returning as birds 

to breeding & nurturing

as rain drips-drums-

there is timekeeper 

and mapmaker (somewhere)

as maple trees spring

red-orange flowerets & emerald leaves

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille with given word, MAP by host De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

spring fever

 

i have yellow fever

after spotting the egg-white moon

hiding behind the golden hair of willow trees

i hurry to garnish

marigold and calendula seeds in pots

the spring air is here

licking our faces with sugar rain

our skin is hungry for the heat

of sun, wheat fields, maple 

syrup running down bare maple trees

i can see daffodils buds & blue ivy stalks

& hostas leaves sprouting

where winter ice has torched it bare 

now, light lingers long into the night

marking the time for potting &

tilling the soil moist & ready for flowers

i can imagine the ripeness

i can smell the flowers

pink, blue, red, apricot, cream & specially

yellow ones 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Everything Yellow, hosted by Sarah Connor.  Thanks for your visits and comments.

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.

rush of sunshine

 

when midnight strikes, i'm a thief

swallowing pale moon

penning words, as wintered trees

reveal bones - hush - soon.

sunshine lingers, love

etches a spell, rush of gold

i await - spring's dove

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form:  Sequidilla.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your visit.

Seguidilla has seven syllable-counted lines (7,5,7,5:5,7,5), and rhymes the second and fourth, and the fifth and seventh lines (x,A,x,A,B,x,B)

a symphony at the park

blue sky, fresh cool wind,
afternoon sun on my face -
seagulls shriek, trumpets
over empty streets & tracks
above stadiums deadly quiet

ducks swimming in ponds
geese swooping from sky, thunder-
bolts of wings, symphony
of robins and cardinals -

magical season, i am spring



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -Quadrille, hosted by Linda Lyberg.   This is a 44 word post, with the given word,  MAGIC.    Pub doors open at 3pm EST.   

today, i am a daffodil

the world is a globe
of swirling dust & dead leaves
covering the streets
empty of cars & bustle of city

i hold it, slanting
to where a single sheen of light
glows & spreads
its palette of hues & birdsongs

tiny buds of daffodils,
moss & wild blooms
are birthing, babbling
with smell of earthworms

rhythm of life surges, swells
with measured beats
listening to ancient call of earth
                                                      & i follow



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - We are open to read your poems.   Come and join us when our virtual doors open at 3pm EST.   Stay safe and healthy.

at the turn of clock, ontario lake is

gorgeous in blue
stirring the swans, ducks
& birds in flight

cool wind rocks sassy dance
with sky & shoreline
undulating in endless
churning waves & foam

spring arrives (here)
mapping seeds, vines & petals
tilting our faces to brighter days

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post.  The word for today is STIR.

Spring wishes

Spring showers, wild honeycombs, bed of seeds
Swirl last snowflake to dust, grey to green buds
Our skin is pale moon under pewter sky   
Spring showers, wild honeycombs, bed of seeds 
Soak our words with birdsongs, maple & spice 
Our faces are flowers, dewed by dusk

Posted for dVerse OpenLink Night - Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.

Thanks for the visit and comments.

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.  

One spring day

morning mist  
bridal veils of white   
rain hymns on my cheeks

skirt me emerald green
with thumbs so new
dewdrops slip from my crown-

robe me blue
deep shade of lake
pregnant with reverence

slipper this path-
dash of yellow tulips & whiff of
pink magnolias

and I'll spin
in the jar:
birdsongs, cotton stars
and sun-roasted spice

                                               Blue-eyed wild flower, Riverwood


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight, Hosted by Lillian Hallberg. Join us with a poem when the pub doors open at 3pm.  Thanks for the visit.

spring rain

may it be
your laughter
that greets me
wide-eyed as ruby-cherise petals
opening their faces to

spring rain
storming dry garden with dewdrops
scent of magnolia, chorus of robins, owls hooting
from the distance

every morning 
may it be
(you)
eternally in spring time




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Merrill Smith.  This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, RISE.  
On the occasion of my sister's first death anniversary.  Rest in Eternal Peace.

spring serenade

You are
space between words
breath in necklace of blooms
glowing light as sky purples the night

If I (can) trace
your voice
would it be found in morning birdsong
or
hoots by owl under arching willow tree
or 
joyful echoes of wind serenades 

Picture by Grace@Everyday Amazing

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word ACE.   Join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

the choir of spring

Fay Collins Art

paint me a mirage of purple and lilacs
to bouquet the sky of grey & icy nights-
spring awaits, choir of colors, firebox-

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

my hands are tarred in disquiet sacs
viewing heads of dead roses, a fright-
where's spring, choir of colors, firebox?

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 hours where i'll sit on hammock,
read my books with slow pace and re-write 
spring's arrival with choir of colors, firebox-

the gem in my canvas of cottonwood & hemlock-
my footsteps turn to fancy and air light                                
paint me, in a mirror of purple and lilacs
as spring arrives in choir of colors & firebox!





An edited post for dVerse Poets - Villanelle, Poetry Form, hosted by Sarah Connors.   This is the 4th poetry form for dVerse and the link will be open for 1 month.   Join us with your villanelle.   

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.  

4 buckets of soil

i.
pecking on soggy soil
a black bird's eyes
shines silvery
  as flowering moon


ii.
soil is fire
blazing green and yellow
  daffodils on my hair
  dandelions on my wrist
flaming tulips rise,
with peplum skirts 


iii.
fresh tang of spice roots,
sharp claws of herbal leaves
& plum skin of ripe tomatoes-
  this soil is wine & bread


iv.
leave me
rain-soiled & kiss-smothered by flowers
in this spring dance-



Posted for D'verse Poets pub ~ Soil Poetics handled by Bjorn Rudberg ~  Thanks for the challenge Bjorn !

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.