Best Poems About / On SPRING
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Daffodils
I fell in love
Taken by the innocence of
Child-face daffodils:
Their perky April fanfares
Clarion calls from yellow-ochre brass bands
Presaging, rejoicing, calling us:
Here we are! Here we are!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
See the link below for notes on this poem:
http: //succumbedtothinking.webs.com/featuredpoems.htm
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Mark R Slaughter
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Spring
A sense of warmth is tapping at the door;
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore
- Or so it seems - clears the deep refrain!
Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes.
The raging colour, singing loud, partakes
In annual birth - spring is born again!
A zest anew for nascent life
Begins in floral train:
Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill;
Carriage two: the crocus;
Number three, a daffodil - dancing,
Drawing focus - as she would,
Attention seeker!
How I love our spring:
The bold and sleeker feel I get,
An inner glow, a ring!
I've paid the winter's chilly debt, so
Now upon the wing!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
See the link below for notes on this poem:
http: //succumbedtothinking.webs.com/featuredpoems.htm
Spring, spring, spring to bear
Spring, spring, spring so near
Spring, spring, spring we hear
Spring, it's spring, it's spring.
Spring, spring, spring, spring
Spring, spring, spring,
Spring, spring, spring, spring,
Spring, spring
It's Spring
Spring, spring, spring, spring
Spring, spring, spring, spring
Mark R Slaughter
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A Country Path in Late Spring
The path of mossy ground nestled
In between maternal hedgerows,
That overgrew atop, dimming down
The brilliance of the day.
Embosomed, a calm-cool vision
Abstract takes of nature, in
Leaf-spattered green shades;
Stem-speckled brown hues;
Shards of sunlight percolating
Through the random flaws to
Up glittering sprites upon the leaves.
And avian chatter bounced along the burrow,
Smattered by the crosstalk
Of busybody insects;
But outside the green comfort zone,
Other worlds of other sounds of other life
Otherwise gave a hint of
Other dozy goings on.
Hawthorn filled the air,
Filled the nose,
Filled the head
Pungency had overpowered all
Gave the late-spring-early-summer haze.
Here and there a break of colour:
Odd bluebells escapees from nearby woods
Blue-blushing bell faces glancing down,
Aware of their erectness in the stem;
The flaming wing of red admirals
Broke through a hedge hole to
Break up the calm backdrop,
While flitting blue tits gave
To greater-bodied animation.
Natures warm narration
The undertones of life.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring
spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring
spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring
spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring
spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring
spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring
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Mark R Slaughter
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An Early Day in May
May soothed
sensual breeze caressing.
Snug, she cooed in floral chroma;
Gave artistic license dressing up
Pubescent fields, teenage woods,
Jaded lanes; embellishing
Craggy watersides.
Warmth was kind sun tempered,
Lifting life; erecting bluebell swathes
For good measure: late-spring treasure.
At hills base
A mirrored lake, brooding,
Bathed in halcyon haze
Yet hectic life scurried,
Spurred on by procreational drive,
To see it all survived another year.
Back home, garden tulips flared,
Thrust aloft on rigid stems, and
Under day-time brilliance,
Open goblets, clustered,
Sought out heavenly guidance
Lauding hallowed Tulipa gods.
May is Natures intermission
Bridging Aprils go-ahead
With hothead June.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
spring spring spring spring spring spring
spring spring spring spring spring spring
spring spring spring spring spring spring
spring spring spring spring spring spring
Mark R Slaughter
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