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Auntie's Clock

With pride of place, as tall as me

Only more alive

Regular as clock-work it got polished

Or wound for its chimes.

In between she used to say (knowing my mother)

"Don't mind her, you're as good as anyone" but later

Few women polished me, let alone wound my spring

I never kept good time or chimed and

Rarely got listened to

I'm ticking over now

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Love Blossoms

Every year

In her own time

She comes

Our moments are brief

But this I can rely on

Her scent is sweet

Her beauty exquisite

O, how I long for the days

When our eyes finally meet

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​​​​​​Call the trade descriptions police...we've been sold the wrong spring this year!!!!


Like a metal coil


In a tense, uncertain


And when the pressure is


Many mere mortals, by then


They thought that


Was daffodils

Now life has fallen

Almost still

Invisible, silent, viral


The question is

Do we 


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Ghost spring

Ghostly creatures.
Distance, restriction,
Non existing life.
I miss deep kisses
And hands on my body.
I miss warm words
And expression.
Nature goes on,
Blossoming in competition,
Nurture me with sunny spells
On empty train stations. 
Spring in my heart, 
But not in other's hearts. 
I want to explode, 
So full of life. 
Blow all the ghosts away, 
Past shadows of the winter. 

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We adore the spring, such lovely weather,
When blue sky and sun come out together. 
The blossom blooms, as do the flowers, 
And we may expect some April showers.

See chirping birds and buzzing bees. 
Feel the temperate air and gentle breeze. 
View the plants and trees, we see them greening 
And may be time for us to start spring cleaning 

What a perfect time to be outside.
To roam thi...

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Swallowed by the Shine of the Sun

Sitting in the sun
Soaking up the warmth 
Staring out into the distance 
Hoping that something will change
Every time I’m in the light

With the rustle of leaves
And birds flying by
Whistling to their mates
Signaling Spring is here
Everything finally feels right


[Feb 2020]

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Fleeting persistence

She was the one constant throughout his life

His endless reference to existence

From infancy she reflected him back at him

She was his world, the very reason he lived


She gave birth to him, ejaculating him into the air

For the first time he felt separation from her wet womb

But their connection was permanent

She was as much he, as he was him


Her brilliance dazzled...

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Winter turns to Spring

I recalled a dream
When winter's steely claw
clasped around my form
and vice-like held me.
Calmly stifling me of my senses,
numbing me of any feeling,
cramping and stamping out life.
It was a moment frozen in time.

Then I was awoken by a sound unheard.

A thawing feeling travelled first
from my inner being to the outer extremities.
A warmth began to flow through my limbs.
A glow app...

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The breath of an early dawn in Spring

Is like a choir eager to sing

To remind us of all that life can bring

The renewal of hopes and dreams that cling


From the early times when life was young

And we found ourselves adrift among

Fellow beings like flotsam flung

On some strange shore to which we clung,


Each with an unspoken fate to face

Engaged in some unspoken r...

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Glancing from window

Into soft white snow wrapping

Signs of spring?


Long yellow catkins from twisted hazel

Where remains of distressed thoughts hung

Decaying yet diminishing as troubles often do


Frozen pond where jelly spawn from

Spent dead frogs was now protected

Ready to emerge as warmth re-appeared.


Tender plants pausing 


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When you can't see the bluebells 

There's cleary something wrong

Possibly something terribly wrong

If you miss the bluebells 

Your life has passed you by

My favourite flower, my favourite time

Normally waited for, longed for, at winters end

This year only spotted as they hung their heads towards their demise 

That too, almost missed

Why so, too much on, tunnelled vision ...

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I've been waiting for spring for a long, long time. These March and April are very cold. There are no blossoms near my house.
I am reading a lot of poems to feel spring.
Today I read a charming verse by James Henry Leigh Hunt. It is called May and the Poets.
«There is May in books forever»...
That's so true!
What is your favorite poem about springtime? I'd like to read it.

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Snowy Night in the Early Spring

Snowy night in
The early spring—
Winter heavy upon
My memories—
I see your figure
Approaching in the dark,
A silhouette in the snow
Against the lantern lights.
Inside, the house is warm,
Though I stand below the lintel
Watching your approach and
Feeling the chilly breeze.
The sight of you
After the long season
Of longing separation
Brings a smile to my heart.

You hesitate in the ...

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A Poem For Spring - Ms. Shannon Frog

Ms. Shannon Frog
(By Paul A M Palmer)
Wintering in the dark
Beneath the rock
Beneath the stone
Beneath the bark
She sleeps
Dreaming of Spring
Amongst the males
Amongst the grass
Amongst the green
She sleeps
No thoughts of fear
About the fox
About the crow
About the stoat
She sleeps
Then in the Spring
Beneath the rock

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Two months of getting nowhere fast
Of being mired in mud;
In need of respite
In need of hope
In the furthest corner of my right eye
Out on the flank
I see something gleaming;
A glimpse of something bold
With a whisper of promise
And a whiff of sweat and steel
March is striding in
Bringing a fresh strong arm
A sharper blade
A stronger shield
And with his ...

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Summer Awhaikuing

Stronger in numbers;

the leaves a deaf audience

clapping spring's last bow.

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THE PRIMROSE - a re-post for the renewal of Spring!

Peeping from beneath the tree,

I heard the primrose speak to me.

Winter's done, I heard it say,

Warmer days are on their way.


Mother Nature waits on me

(The "First Rose" is my name, you see)

While other flowers lie abed,

I welcome Spring and show my head.


Then, with the golden daffodil,

I gild the countryside until

In turn the other blooms appear,


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An unexpected visitor

I was surprised by an unexpected visitor today. She kissed my cheek with her warmth and enveloped me with with her brilliance. Few are the ones who see her true beauty. The world had been so dark without her, so cold. I missed her dearly but now she is back. She gives life to the frozen hearts. She fills the soul with laughter and bubbly expression. She loves me and I love her….. Her name is Sprin...

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A Glimpse

I saw a glimpse of spring today
While riding in the truck
I never knew how sweet it smelled 
Untill the light possesed my soul
I thought the night of winter would forever consume my eternity
but oh how wrong I was because....
I saw a glimpse of spring today

The smell of sweet remembrance of a childhood long passed by 
will forever haunt by being
But in that moment I was entrapped in a world w...

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Forging of firmness in frail frigate

Unision is unlikely to happen

Cranky & cruel words spew at will

Kicking down walls of decency and etiquette

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In 2015 this day is on the 13th of March

Sleep is a special form of the existence
It gives strength to a daytime wakefulness.
A healthy person wakes up with a feeling of freshness.

A good sleep maintains physical and mental health.
And everyone knows that it’s the main wealth.

Minimal level of brain activity and reduced reaction
Brings your body after sleep to the normal action.

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Happy Spring!

Tenderly stepping on the last snow

The first of March is coming.

Spring will release the love arrow,

Beautiful songs of love humming.


The feeling of spring is known to all,

It happens every coming year.

My loving spring has no wall,

Its sounds I can clearly hear.


March is a harbinger of changes.

It smiles happily together with me.

Its grace has the wid...

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After Satie

After Satie

hoping - waiting
     softly opens the promise of spring

waiting - sighing
     surely blackbirds in echo will sing

     - now - yon -


     soon sunlight will flourish on field
     field - in the daylight earth treasure will yield
yon - sighing -

lonely for someone w...

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The Farming Forecast

South southeast, veering wet,
poor, Whigfield tufted sheep
craw chewed, styled to taste

last year's chic. Yellow green
sods, wind blown, too big boots,
head swollen, thistled through.

Crow puddled islands, apple
beaked, nasal juice, laps up
the scaled legs. Trips unwary

sea grey, oven ready, mitten
warm, gamboling lamb, good.


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Come Leaves Burst

Come Leaves Burst

Trait o'er sun breaks the dale.
Frost's house glows, cream egg
polished tooth, candle mass, whey

over trees. The stamen daisy
windows direct, connect, stripe
the barwaken sky dripping

rainbow strait watercolour
melting snow blue. Cold, rapt,
enwrapped cold, old night pulls

the Queen, who names the vale,
to heave all winter's rain,
hooked, eyed, crochet quavere...

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Circe's Antidote

Circe’s Antidote

you crawl from the damp earth
where we buried you last year
your gnarled fingers scraping
away from the soil
reaching for the skies
who tip their tears upon your
outstretched pleading aspirations
dying ice crystals melt around
your roots chilling your heart
turning your petals to snow
you dance a lazy swaying waltz
urged on by an insistent breeze
blanching the green...

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Winter's debate with spring


So quiet and peaceful

the snow


The monochrome light

shimmering on late

crystaline forms


The seasons



press their agendas


Winter does not wish to


Spring fears

the responsibility of birth


The snow settles quietly

into nightfall.


Morning tells.


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Spring Tanka

A winter bite that

mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.

A life supported?

Cease one's internal decay,

Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.

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the sea is rattling bones today

and the wind holds my ears to ransom

for want of a scarf and a hat


she is walking on the promenade

and wants no part of the play


so I am talking to the man on the pier

with the rods and ask

“what’s your game?“



and if he’s lucky


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spring billed jack

the jackdaws bruised the garden today

borrowing sticks, stealing hay

the sticks we can eventually have back they say

once seasoned by the summer’s fray

I tell them they can keep them anyway

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THE PRIMROSE - a reprint

As Spring does its best to break through, here's a reminder of life renewed.


Peeping from beneath the tree,

The lemon primrose spoke to me.

Winter's done, I heard it say,

Warmer days are on the way.


Mother Nature waits with glee,

The First Rose is my name, you see;


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Winter’s War

Winter’s War 
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

The fog rolls between the war
of winter and sun,
silencing the deafening roar of defeat
as snow becomes rain.
March was always the lion
tearing ground with bitterness,
frost over hope,
but now it’s a leopard
with solar flare spots.
And the fog rolls on
between the divide
of how things were
and how they should be,
but the times have changed.
And the sun rages on,
burning th...

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March Is In Love


Winter was admired by March all night

He walked with her along the snowy paths

But her daughter captivated his sight,

With her he dreamed to have the baths.


In ruffled feelings he came back in the mornings

Becoming tipsy of the night’s vision.

He didn’t care about any warnings.

And his fate had quite another decision.


His darling was the spring ...

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Spring in the High Peak


Spring in the High Peak



The raggle taggle skeins of snow rimmed the hills and huddled forlornly in the shady corners of the winter-weary fields.

Tucked into threadbare hedgerows, glistening crystals prismed the shafts of pale sunlight scything through the battleship-grey cloud-shards ragged by the bitter wind of the North, and beamed jewels of hope to the porcelain-blu...

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Happy Marriage


A little bit confused was beautiful Spring,

She had to choose for life a bridegroom.

Who would  give her a wedding ring?

Three suitors wanted to be her happy and bloom.


March, April and May vied with each other.

About their great love they quietly talked.

April was for Spring like a brother,

With March she just often liked to walk.


Timid March g...

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The riot of spring

   Into the riot of the spring

sirens are calling my soul

what the hell is wrong with me?

I feel like I'm a thousand years old


But I've just been a boy

who started a million fires

went down on his knees and then prayed

to catch another glimpse of your face


That day you were wearing a skirt

the day you made my knees shake

all that distant time


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There's Something about April

There’s something about April -
  the way she wears her clothes:
    loosely fit. One button more
      and September is exposed.
        The veil removed, her flesh reveals
          December’s naked trees;
             Springtime lurks behind the bark
               and drags me to my knees.
               I kneel upon her dewy cloak
            And make her moss my bed;

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Changing season

The first sight of red and black

shiny jewel upon leaf and blade.


First buds that promise pastures greener,

an unthreatening breeze that blows gentler.


Coats are lighter colours brighter,

abrasive breaths no longer shocking,


replaced with a pleasant cleansing inhalation.

A heightened sense of promise is delivered,


as birdsong no longer du...

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Spring is here

Spring is here
with blue skies
following us home
from work every night
like a loyal pet dog.


Spring is here
with a rosy twang
in the air
instead of an ice cold shiver
that chills you
to the bone.


Spring is here
with people throwing
their coats over their backs
and opening up
the windows on their cars.


Spring is...

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Crocus Buds



crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white
winter bows to spring

when the sun begins to shine again
life's vital truths made clear at road's end


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Good morning dear daddy,

Good morning dear mum,

Good morning dear Teddy,

It looks the spring has come.


Awakened at the dawn

My dream at once has gone.

I’ve heard the song of starling,

Our feathered friends are coming.


The sparrows are chirping,

The titmouse is whistling,

The starling pours the trills,

The warmth of spring it feels.


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Spring is Coming

Spring is coming

And faces were pressed

Flat against the windows.


Spring is coming

Breathless and touching

From a distance.


Spring is coming

Like a child

Which is deep inside.


Spring is coming

Like a long lost love

As the sun sneaks

Past the windowsill

In the morning.


And over the shoulders

Of your sleeping be...

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eating spring


I have to eat the spring

Gulp down its green life

Bite the buds

Chew on the writhing stalks

Swallow green energy

I have to eat the spring


Winter was a meagre time

An era of starvation

Spring is full and wide and deep

Its promise speaks deliciously to me


I have to eat the spring

Nibbling it won’t be enough

I have to make a banquet...

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blackbird's song


I pull the curtains on the blackbird’s song

The youth of the year’s calling

I’m safe indoors

Stoke up the fire

Let winter last so long

That spring will come

Too late


Too late for me

The blackbird's song

It only brings back a past ache

Let young ears hear the blackbird’s song

As old ears quake


This dusk time is too raw for me


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