ohhhh spring
they are here
the bluebirds,
phoebes, wrens
ohhhh
and the robins,
tree swallows too
on warm zephyrs
come to announce
spring
to rouse us at dawn
to taste the first drops
of sweet, sweet nectar
crooning songs that all
lovers know by heart
~kat
Happy First Day of Spring!🌷🌷🌷
breath less
it’s the wind’s
bellowing
blustering
breath
of heaven sent
challenging me
to bend, not break
to dance with grace
less
about standing ground
more about letting
go…the fear, the pain
until all that’s left
is my soul, washed clean
~kat
Really enjoying the Cadae poetry form. Peace to you on this lovely day! 💞
spring dance
everything
around me
blushes green
spring
trembles softly
there in the wings
even as frost
blankets the loam
dance
darling daffodils,
peepers and bluebirds
sing your happy songs
winter’s end is near
and spring won’t be long
~kat
As busy as I have been this year with work and caretaking, I could not let Pi Day pass without giving a new Pi inspired poetry form a go! It’s called a Cadae and incorporates the first 5 digits (3.1415). See the details below:
There are two styles of Cadae. (I chose the second style for today.)
1. strophic, written in 5 strophes of fixed but varied length.
S1 - 3 lines
S2 - 1 line
S3 - 4 lines
S4 - 1 line
S5 - 5 lines
2. Incorporating a syllabic element to the strophes in style #1.
S1 - 3 lines with 3 syllables per line
S2 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line
S3 - 4 lines with 4 syllables per line
S4 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line
S5 - 5 Lines with 5 syllables per line
the forest for the trees
I know they’re there
the golden hillside
the mountain vista
the endless blue sky
the sun
my memory
serves me well..
they’re there
but for today
heaven enfolds me
in her cool, damp cocoon
to savor the moment
to breathe, to sigh
to notice the trees
for the forest
~kat
daffodils in winter
it’s too soon
much too soon
my darling daffodils
to breach the loam
to dare to bloom
much, much too soon
i’m sorry dear, sweet daffodils
the mercury ascended
disguised itself as spring
to lure us from our winter wombs
to prey upon our longing hearts
tomorrow you will feel the sting
as winter rides the ides,
lurks, waiting in the wings
his frosty breath descending
to nip your golden face at dawn
but oh the hope you give my soul
weary from these long, long nights
spring tidings to you for today
may she not tarry long
~kat
like mercury colliding... 