Tag Archive | spring
Rainbow Promises, a HAIKU by Bette A. Stevens
Originally posted on Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author:
Spring has finally sprung after a long and frigid winter at here at The Farmstead in Central Maine. Captured a rainbow and its promise in a spring Haiku. Hope you’re enjoying the sensational sights, sounds and scents of the season, friends! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Blooming premonition & inspiration.
Originally posted on Renae Rude – The Paranormalist:
THE PREMONITION: Ogre and I have been married for 8,632 days, as of this writing. When a pair has been together that long, strange, magical things can happen … even if one of the pair doesn’t believe in strange, magical things. (*Looking at you, Husband.*) Things like…
Notes from a small dog LV
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It’s spring, people! You can tell… it’s not as muddy any more … which should please her, ‘cause it means less grumbling about paws and cream coloured sofas. And I sort of like it because she’s happy to go for even longer walks if it’s not cold.…
Short poems for a bright spring morning
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by Edvard Munch All awakenings Should be shot with gladness, Like the first dawn blush In the eastern sky, And the song of the first bird. * * * Rising sun reaches Between scattered clouds, Tears the tattered veil of morning, Turns shadows into light. * * *…
A new year
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Day dawns Crisp crackly cold. Birds wait with ruffled feathers For the tepid sun to rise. Another day, Glacier-skied. On the bare rose tree Last blooms cling, Brown and mummified. Spring waits. No new year on a sudden, Imperceptible changes creep With the stately majesty of the wheeling stars.…
Best things
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Best things life brings echo rings where water springs and cold stings bird sings on soft wings tugs heartstrings makes us all kings.
Love Never Ends #poetry #photography #4u
Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
What if this day was my end would you see my smile in the skies? would you hear my laughter rustling through the trees would you see my fingers rustling summer’s breeze? Were this to be my last and final day would you always know that you made…
Memory of Spring #haiku #photography #poem
Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
? in memory of the spring now passing I drew the long clusters of wisteria that move like waves © Masaoka Shiki In cold, grey embers my fingertips, eager seek memories of golden springs long past nature fragrant songs it sings ~mdw ? The prompt for today…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 