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I walk the path and set to watch the. Sun walk along the dimples and rise. Up over this stagnant face. Beaming rays of warmth tap dance over skin. Ringing the lively bells of lavender cells.
There is an old tree That stands on the lawn. Its branches are bare And its bark is torn. The blossoming violets In a circle quite small. They circle the tree, The tree that's so tall.
Withered leaves and crooked branches, Snow falls in mini avalanches. Undergrowth with paw prints scattered, Mud and rain on tree trunks splattered.
A break in the clouded sky, A crack in the clouds that passed by. A rainbow of light shadowed the land With a reach of its colourful hand.
The wind on your face in the trees in your hair. Its circled around the earth always been there. It may stop in one place for a day or two. Then it starts racing straight back to you.
So much changes when spring finds its way. Pass do the whites and the dankly dull greys. Remain does the rain but the sunshine comes with. In a splendorous fashion, that the flowers shall live.
#acrostic Sleeping giants start to stir, Poking flowered fingers high. Returning flocks of courting birds Invade the windy, warming skies.
Spring.
#acrostic Sugar-sweet like songs of birds, Petals burst in vibrant tune. Rhythmic like a serenade In the golden afternoon. New like fresh-made lemonade, Green grass grows for Spring’s parade.
#acrostic (springtime) Sunshine tries to take a hold Posing for the centrefold Rustic farmland starts to sprout Images of life, no doubt Nightjars 'churring' on a branch Gonna cause an avalanche.
#acrostic. Summer times sister peaks through the mist,. Peaking through the clouds and rain promising a weather twist,. Ripening the earth for summers hot breath,.
#acrostic S omewhere between the midsts of tulips and daffodils, P resents for your mother and constant ringing tills.
#acorn. #acrostic. Springtime promises beauty. Plus life anew says hi. Right where they belong. Inside the beholders eye. New life like eagles. Go and hatch from their eggs. The fawns are so cute.
Floating, fleeing, flying in unison, Playing above the horizon. Freeing their feathers from damp and from cold, Perching almost perfectly far from reach or hold.
The nights are getting lighter, The daffodils are saying hello; The grass is getting cut, Soon, it will be winter no more.
Hello dear sun. Oh, welcome back, Your warming light, I seemed to lack, The sky was grey, But now you're here, A joyful blue.
#acrostic {M} istaken, I must be.
The thin little river Waits ever so Beneath the still ice Fish swim like thoughts Uncaring of the frozen surface Thunder rumbles. The ground shakes.
Big sky dreaming long. Lullaby a rain song. Fire embers empty cans. Last night packing empty bags. Tent silence woods still. Poetry whispers lips chilled. Chant under big sky.
A frog and a toad met by a wooded pond one day. The frog was called Cedric and the toads name was May. They sat there and looked each other up and down. neither of them showed any kind of a frown.
White on blue on white, Ice on water, snow on ice, As the river flows beneath, A rumbling beast, Fluff of cloud in sky of blue, Cold wind howls on by And whistles through, Bough of pine trees,...
Springtime promises beauty. Plus life anew says hi. Right where the belong. Inside the beholders eye. New life like eagles. Go and hatch from their eggs. The fawns are so cute.
I look around me And everything's green. Spring is coming. Yellow flowers and Pink almond trees. Here in Sicily Winter leave us early.
The path of mossy ground nestled In between maternal hedgerows, That overgrew atop, dimming down The brilliance of the day.