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THOUGHTS OF SPRING

I sat upon a park bench, writing pad in hand,

Enjoying flowering shrubs and warmth upon the land

As cacophony of sound assaults both my ears:

Birds singing, dogs barking, and children’s laughter at play.

 

Then, not one but three lasses appeared

With bonnets and flower baskets at arm.

They wore floral-colored smocks,

Emitting Old World charm.

 

“I see you are a writer, sir,” one said

As her laughter broke the air.

At a loss for words, I simply smiled,

Caught up in her blue-eyed snare.

 

“Please do write us a sonnet,” said the second lass.

“Oh, no, a poem,” pleaded the third.

I smiled at all three,

Completely lost for word.

 

Their little faces in mock pout,

Their dresses so colorful and gay,

Added the finishing touch on the canvas

Of this beautiful, fine Spring Day.

 

I cleared my throat and spoke, “Oh, I suppose,

A line or two I’ll jot of spring-time prose.

With a smile and a thank you, they skipped away, arms interlocked.

As they moved away, I couldn’t help but notice: The flowers matched their frocks.

 

The sun was warm, and the wind was balmy.

White fluffy clouds adorned the sky.

I stretched and yawned like a Cheshire cat,

Releasing a contented sigh.

 

Mother Nature had once again blessed the land,

Calling forth different flowers in abundant array.

While I watched butterflies and birds flit about

On this gorgeous, balmy Spring Day.

Spring tulips

Spring tulips

Spring has sprung!

Spring has sprung!

Daddy and Momma Mallard with 10 new ducklings

Daddy and Momma Mallard with 10 new ducklings

Daddy and Momma Canadian Geese with 2 new goslings

Daddy and Momma Canadian Geese with 2 new goslings

Double Bearded Iris

Double Bearded Iris

Timeless

This poem is in Autumn Leaves:

 

Peace be with you,

My thoughts unwind,

But…I knew you elsewhere,

From a distant time.

 

Though it seems but yesterday,

Still it’s been a long, long while,

Something hauntingly familiar,

My thoughts beguile.

 

Memories sometimes lapse,

But time cannot disguise,

I believe it was your smile,

Not your laughing eyes.

 

No words spoken here,

Nor lofty man-made towers.

Simple use of thought exchange —

No clock to chime the hours.

 

Corridors of time are hazy.

Dust covers her ancient fold.

Recollections thwart and tease

In this timeless mold.

 

Pardon my intrusion

Into your hallowed space.

Forgive my poor conclusion,

But…I never forgot your face.

 

Timeless memories the past can blur,

Yet never to erase

Our footprints o’er paths we walked,

Another time…another place.

 

Thoughts we shared, flowers touched,

As we made our way.

Soft words exchanged, feelings passed,

Fragrance lingering where we lay.

 

Enraptured by you still,

Forever I’ll repose.

Would you linger her a while,

My spiritual, timeless rose?

 

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