April

 

These, our April days

Sprouting buds and robins’ eggs,

Anticipation

Ellecee

Inspiration from

Good Universe Next Door

24. “untidy, reckless, deviant”

For today’s draft, let’s start with 

a month as our title and write a poem 

that encapsulates observations and

 feelings about that

You are my spring 

budding intimacy

anticipation of warmth

Enough sunny days

to grow ourselves

and flower

Ellecee

Day 25 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by Spring

Loons

 

The loons are here

Their lonely call

rises through the

morning mist

I can see them

on the lake

Efficiently fishing

one disappears

momentarily

Soon seen again a

distance away

Every year they set a

mellow pace for summer

So difficult

To follow

Ellecee

Day 16 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspired by Spring

Magnolia

 Seashell blossoms 

on our magnolia tree

Sacrament of spring

with all her offerings

I refrain from

worrisome thoughts

as I breathe in the scents

It’s

an old cliche

that spring is for

 new beginnings

Nonetheless

it is

and ever

will be

Ellecee

Written for NaPoWriMo ~ day 6

Inspired by:

Skylover Word List

Sea shell,refrain, sacrament

 

Delayed

Seasons are infinite

Each station on

the wheel of Nature

inviolable

Even as we mourn

spring initiates herself

with the coming of the green 

Though she be late

she never fails

Does our memory fail us?

We still weep while waiting

though her warmth

will come!

Tomorrow

Ellecee

 Inspired by:

imaginary garden with real toads - Encouragement

and

Skywriting - Station

Warmth

sprouts heaving upward

lifting toward the sun’s warmth

I, in your harbour

Ellecee

Inspired by: 

April 17th is National Haiku Poetry Day

and

imaginary garden with real toads - Transforming Friday’s with Nature’s wonders

and

Skywriting - Harbour

Entrances

Your entrances are gaudy

and colourful

You dance outside my window

playing the fool

Gesturing

as touches are forbidden

Your sweet breath on my cheek

decreed a danger
April springs forth without warmth
but still I laugh
My beautiful fool
entrancing me
Untouchable
but so real




Ellecee

Written for NaProWriMor 2020

Inspired by

Imaginary garden with real toads

and

Skywriting

Spring Haiku

Today lilies bloom

Petals open to the sun

A symbol of faith

spring arrived slowly

despite late frost sprouts push up

determined to bloom 

I question the trees

So bountiful on our path

but the ferns respond

“Ellecee”

In response to today’s prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

Still Waiting

Spring a memory

of lady slippers blooming

Temp minus 5c

Participating with

Imaginary garden with real toads

For

The Sun

The sun rises

earlier in the day

The birds are aware

change is in the air

For them

it's instinctual

for us

something else

again

"ellecee"

Dancing the May Pole

“The Last of the Maypole Dancers”, by Ilsa Elford

He took her hand

they pulled a strand

he let her go

into the flow

of dancers weaving

to and fro

She watched  his smile

all the while

The music played

and still they swayed

caught in a dream

or so it would seem

heat arising

so surprising

hypnotizing

realizing

Their love was blooming

no more 

assuming

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Poetizing the Maypole

Day 30

Thank you all for a wonderful month of poetry

Found Poem

  The Wasteland -   I. The Burial of the Dead  - t s elliot

  April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,

My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,

And I was frightened. He said, Marie,

Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

April is

breeding lilacs

mixing

memory and desire

A little life

surprised us

a shower of rain

We stopped in the colonnade

Drank coffee

and talked

much of the night

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Today's challenge from Angie

paraphrased here :-)

Write a free verse poem using words

chosen from T S Elliot's "The Wasteland" 

I chose to write a "found Poem"

Day 15

Heart of Trillium

 

Sweet face of Spring

this fairy hidden

amidst petals

her tiny smile

illuminates

our

hope

for

new beginnings

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Hannah's invitation

"...there's so much to see and feel outside...bring us your outside!"

Day 9

Spring

It will come

Spring

The scent of rain on dry leaves

plants will push up sprouts

through the softened soil

searching for the sun

There will be flowers blooming

Birdsong

Hummingbirds returning

There will be cool mornings

warmth in the afternoon

peepers singing in the evening

It WILL come

Spring

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

April Poetry Month - Day 4 - "Nature Poetry"

Margaret - Beautiful photos and video

Where is Our Spring

Where is our Spring?

The sunshine and the falling rain

Where is our Spring?

The touch of warmth that it will bring

the tulips blooming near the lane

the smell of blossoms here again

Where is our Spring?

"ellecee"

NaPoWriMo, # 16

Our  challenge for today from Marian, at Ordinary Garden with Real Toads

is to pick one, the roundel or the rondelet, and write one!