Give rise to exciting moments.
Trees bare, unclad, all wait for
their tiny swollen buds to burst
into a light green leafy feast.
The trees now verdant bright,
a mist of green comes into sight.
As winters chill and cold leaves;
the sun, wind, atmosphere warms;
to soften hearts, minds and souls.
A warmer sun, romantic feelings,
ignite minds with imaginings of
love, a mating song their mantra.
As birds chatter, twitter, court and
chase, their mating calls are urgent.
Swallows, flycatchers, and swifts revisit.
Cuckoo’s call is continuous and persistent.
Other birds once paired, start to collect
stuff, to build a nest, to raise new life.
Springs happy feelings are healing
broken hearts, mending past regrets,
giving hope of a caring mate to love.
Spring is a season for sewing seeds,
planting new hope, love, and care to
nourish life’s lovely new beginnings.
17-11-2008
how well you have described your feelings on spring.! just love any poem, any stanza where you have touched nature.beautiful write bob.thanks for this happy poem.
just you have made me of living in the season spring........a prolific write....
...'Spring is a season for sewing seeds, planting new hope, love, and care to nourish life’s lovely new beginnings'... wonderful words...well wrtten poem 10
This is a delightful poem, Bob, about one of my favorite seasons. A time for renewal. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem shines like a glorious spring day. The flow you achieve in your poetry just comes so naturally, and I am in awe of this one. I loved the bit about the cuckoo. My father's uncle composed the Cuckoo Waltz in Sweden when my father was five years... top marks. love Karin