Springtime,
I gather to me
happiness of bird song,
joy of coyote yip,
gladness of green,
and all the greatness
of yellow blooming.
I open my heart wide
to the hope for a bright
and jubilant future--
a fresh and new
beginning.
Use your five senses today to make a list of things you see, hear, smell feel and taste about spring. Can you use your list to write your own poem? Have fun.
Showing posts with label blooming. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 30, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
Blooming Trees
The trees are blooming
and there is a breeze.
Palo Verde flowers
are making me sneeze.
I take pills
so I don't wheeze
during this season
of allergies.
Thank goodness, I don't have allergies, but I have friends who do. This is not a good time of year for them. When I lived in North Carolina and the pine trees would bloom, everything would receive a coat of yellow pollen. If it rained, there would be a yellow river flowing in the gutters taking the rain away.
Here is your poetry challenge for today. Can you write a list poem about all the things that make you sneeze? Have you ever sneezed when the sun light hit you directly in your eyes? Boy, is that a good way to learn not to look directly at the sun. Have fun writing your poem.
and there is a breeze.
Palo Verde flowers
are making me sneeze.
I take pills
so I don't wheeze
during this season
of allergies.
Thank goodness, I don't have allergies, but I have friends who do. This is not a good time of year for them. When I lived in North Carolina and the pine trees would bloom, everything would receive a coat of yellow pollen. If it rained, there would be a yellow river flowing in the gutters taking the rain away.
Here is your poetry challenge for today. Can you write a list poem about all the things that make you sneeze? Have you ever sneezed when the sun light hit you directly in your eyes? Boy, is that a good way to learn not to look directly at the sun. Have fun writing your poem.
Friday, February 22, 2013
THE PEAR TREE
Spring is coming.
The pear tree blooms.
Each blossom lacy.
Its glory looms.
Each petal a snow flake
Falling in the breeze.
As small green fists
Push out on the trees.
The leaves on branches
In wonder they bring
Sounds of their coming
For birds of the spring.
It has been an unusual week. I took this picture on Tuesday when it was 73 degrees. On Wednesday we had snow, something almost unheard of in Tucson.
But my daffodils are showing yellow about ready to bloom.
I hope your winter is almost over too. Can you write a poem about the coming of spring? What does spring mean to you? Robins? Paperwhites? Violets? Tree frogs singing? Have fun writing your poem.
Poetry Friday roundup is hosted this week by Sheri Doyle at sheridoyle.blogspot.com Thank you, Sheri. I enjoyed reading about your Dad. My father-in-law had his 92nd birthday today.
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