spring is springing bud-bursts dot the towering trees spring is springing morning breaks with songbirds singing the scent of greening on the breeze filling our hearts with joie de vivre spring is springing
~kat
Happy almost spring to you! There are glimmers everywhere…especially now that spring is in the wings! For today, I am happy to ignore the spin and chaos and just enjoy the beauty of the season. Soon the hills will be covered in green dotted with bright perennials, and the trees will burst with leaves just in time to shelter nesters and fledglings. And the doe will be fawning… I wonder if we’ll have a set of twins or triplets wandering through as we have in years passed?! Even in the midst of dreadful daily news spring gives us so much look forward to in gratitude!
Peace, love and spring glimmers to you!
~kat
Today’s poetry form…the Rondelet
The Rondelet
7 lines
Lines 1, 3, and 7 are refrains
Refrain lines are 4 syllables long, other lines are 8 syllables
winter’s fading melting away under the sun winter’s fading remnants of snow veiled in shading linger, though the shift has begun the days grow warm, spring’s soon to come winter’s fading
~kat
These days when it feels like there is never enough time (hence, this late daily posting), there is also the acknowledgement that time brings change, welcome change in the passing of one season to the next. Those in between seasons are my favorites. Autumn when the cooling temperatures bring a refreshing relief to the heat of summer and spring when the frigid cold of winters warms and a new cycle of life begins. There is hope in the in between. Dare I say “a glimmer”?!
Peace, love and warm glimmers to you!
~kat
Today we try our hand at the Rondelet. (You know I love a good refrain!). Here are the bones of a rondelet poem:
7 lines
Lines 1, 3, and 7 are refrains
Refrain lines are 4 syllables long, other lines are 8 syllables
gentle visitors emerge from the trees at dusk grace before a storm
~kat
There is another s snow event heading our way. They name snow storms now you know. This one is named Kingston. He is carrying a ton of snow to our region. At least that’s the best guess of meteorologists.
The name Kingston is old English and means simply, “the king’s town”. And a thought occurred to me and made me smile. We don’t have a king here. Not here in these foothills…not in this state…not in this country. Not yet anyway. But right here, right now, I have visitors who happened by. Graceful, beautiful souls to remind me to go gently into this night. Come snow by dawn or not, Kingston is just passing through and spring is coming. Most surely, spring is in the wings.
the song of spring murmurs softly deep beneath the earth where roots and seeds rest blanketed under winter’s beautiful frosting
~kat
As we brace for another of winter’s last tantrums…his days are numbered and he knows it…I imagine the magnificent miracle of life rumbling just beneath my feet. Winter lasts for a season. spring is coming.
Peace, Love, and Frosted Glimmers to you! Spring will be here soon!
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