Morning | Mónika Tóth
beautiful morning
the sparrow’s song
Welcomes in May
spring poems
Revel in the Rain | Joan Leotta
Spring storm
Sky is heavy with gray clouds
I can feel the wind pressing down
On them to wring water from their grasp
That same air fills my nose
with pollen from the
seemingly fresh breezes, then,
perversely presses down my lungs
to prevent my inhaling a full breath.
My head begins to hurt.
I return inside,
close my eyes a cool cloth
shielding them from reflected light
until I hear the crash of thunder.
My eyes peer out at gray, darkness
where there had been blue,
dark clouds hover where earlier
white fluff skittered playfully about.
Now, wind is in charge,
wringing the water out of those
dark shapes to great effect.
Standing now, by the window,
I watch water stream down
hear it pound steadily on my roof.
When wind and rain have spent themselves,
I open the door and pull in lighter air
free of water’s weight, free of pollen.
Air fills my lungs with
coolness. The pressure on my head
relaxes. Water has washed away
sun’s vise-like grip on the day.
Others may run from beach, walks, from
plein aire garden sketching when rain comes,
but I rejoice, revel in the rain.
Spring Whites | Mary Bone
Spring whites
hanging on the line.
A breath of fresh air
is coming our way.
March — View from My Window | Mary Parkes
Tall bare trees reach up so high.
A thick black blanket hugs the sky.
Will we have rain now or will that cloud scatter?
From my warm viewpoint that is no matter!
Now chattering sparrows arrive at the feeders, then
Six sparkling starlings – very fast eaters!
Two little blue tits cling to the suet ball
Lots of titbits break off and fall
down to the ground
where a blackbird I see
and a friendly little robin
looking in at me.
Spring Song | Mary Parkes
Early every morning
Before my cup of tea
The birds in the garden
Sing their songs for me
The robin and the sparrow
and goldfinches too
Chattering starlings
A harmonious crew
New green buds
Are growing on the trees
Pansies, tulips and daffodils
Are dancing in the breeze
New growth
New beginning
Hopeful journeys
New me singing!
Frogs Glee Club | Christine Emmert
It is Springtime
when the sparkle of sun
lights up
the stage
where the frogs
commence glorious practice.
I stand unknown to their singing.
I would sing myself. But they are baritones!
My soprano is mute.
Deep and in tune with the day
they cannot be out of tune
while Mother Nature smiles approvingly.
Ode to April | Tatiana Martchenko
Nature’s busy, what a fuss-
Chirpy April came to us!
The sky is bluer, the sun is bright,
April-month is outside!
Fresh green grass smells so awesome,
Cherries ‘re dressed in a rosy blossom
Apple trees- in a snow-white,
Nature’s filled with a laughing light!
Ice on the rivers melts to crack,
Geese and cranes are flying back,
Grass and flowers upward sprung:
Welcome, April, strong and young!
Everyone’s involved in chores
Coming out of indoors
Little ants work hard around
Their house on the mound.
The birds are twittering above,
Cats are calling out for love,
Squirrels ‘re looking for new food,
Kids have fun and a happy mood.
April is funny and so cool,
April 1-st is April’s Fool!,
April is singing in my heart:
Finally, true Spring will start!