when the flowers sing
a morning hallelujah,
sunshine in my heart
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break the brown earth,
rabbits are glad
tiny shoots of gladness
tickle my wintery skin
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fill each shining shell
with sea song
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Everything we do
casts a long shadow
in the lives of others.
Let our decisions reflect
kindness and deep thought. Continue reading
Will drops a berry in a stream.
It rolls and bounces along.
He thinks a dappled fish nibbles,
until he hears a silver song. Continue reading
lilacs tease green hearts,
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And above all, watch with glittering eyes
the whole world around you because the greatest secrets
are always hidden in the most unlikely places.
Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.
— Roald Dahl (Minpins, 1991)
Spring will come
With black mud, bees
And crocuses beneath trees.
Baby robins will scatter shells.
Fairies will chant vernal spells.
Birds will sing madrigals at dawn
To wood violets blooming on the lawn.
Foxglove’s speckled trumpets will play
With snowdrops and magnolias in May.
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Ours shall be the gypsy winding
Of the path with violets blue,
Ours at last the wizard finding
Of the land where dreams come true.
— Lucy Maud Montgomery (from Spring Song)
Note: My poem, Spring Magic is a concrete poem, taking the shape of a drooping tulip or possibly a lily of the valley bell as suggested by Matt Forrest Ersenwine. Thanks, Matt! Happy Spring! This post is an ode to Spring in honor of the Vernal Equinox which is at 6:45 p.m. here on March 20, 2015. And a happy coincidence, also in honor of Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core who shared a wonderful original poem for World Folk Tales and Fables Week. I hope you have time to visit her. The photographs were all taken last spring — this year the ground is covered by a knee-deep sea of receding white ice.
The years stack like a tower of books,
Each with its stories: lights shining,
Songs sung and music woven throughout:
“People writing songs that voices never shared,”
“Standing at the crossroads of the hill,”
“I see trees of green, red roses, too.”
“Two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard,”
“Looking for adventure in whatever comes our way,”
“I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold,”
“I’ll always remember you like a child.”
“Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea.”
“One pill makes you larger, and one makes you small.”
“Sunshine came softly through my window today,”
Happy and Prosperous New Year!! May you be showered with good things this coming year.
This is my 500th Post!! Woo-hoo!!
(Lyrics were swirling around in the gray nimbus clouds, thanks to Louis Armstrong, Steppenwolf, Simon and Garfunkel, Cat Stevens, Peter, Paul and Mary, Neil Young, Tracy Chapman, Jefferson Airplane, Donovan and Cindy Knoke, yes, Cindy!).