Remember when we met in spring,
Everything began anew.
We watched the flowers bloom.
Along with the flowers, we felt our love bloom.
The rain cleansed our pasts in spring.
We welcomed this season anew.
We learned to live anew.
Petals and our hearts opened in bloom.
We will always have that spring.
We sat on that bench again in spring admiring each other anew, hoping to bloom.
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry challenge #47: Spring in the park. Image prompt and “Spring in the park.” Poetry form Tritina. Painting by Cornoyer.
The sight of your unfurling leaves
Many shades of green
And newborn buds beginning to form
Is a bittersweet welcome to Spring
You bow your boughs
In the breeze waving a forgiving farewell
To the last remnants of a harsh winter
And instinctively stretch your enduring limbs
Toward the warm nourishing sun
It’s your time to follow through
With your seasonal obligations
You flourish center stage
And carry out your devoir with pride
As you excitedly cast your pollen on the wind
A choir of sneezes applauds your performance
And bid a bittersweet welcome to Spring
– Written for WordPress Blogging University, Intro to Poetry, Day 9: Landscape, Apostrophe. Photo from PublicDomainPictures.net.
“Shall I bloom?”
“Oh yes,” she said matter-of-factly, “with or without your consent, I shall bloom.” And bloom she did, without hesitation, despite his repeated objections.
– Written for Shapeshifting 13 (#46). Word Prompt “Bloom.” WC 26. Photo ©2015 Leara Morris-Clark