Tag Archives: spring

an almost rain

an almost rain

oh how i love an almost rain
the wind rushed trees, the sky, dark gray
the scent of damp green
it’s all quite a scene
of extremes,
sunlit haze


Clogyrnach Poems

More on rain, because, well, it’s been particularly soggy here in the foothills this spring. And i’m continuing to practice the Clogyrnach.

This Welsh poetic form is typically a six-line syllabic stanza with an ab rhyme scheme:

Line 1: 8 syllables with an a rhyme
Line 2: 8 syllables with an a rhyme
Line 3: 5 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 4: 5 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 5: 3 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 6: 3 syllables with an a rhyme

signs of spring

Bramlett Mountain’s foothills…the greening!
Spring 2022 ~ kat
signs of spring

oh what a thrill it is to see
the greening trees
buds a-blooming
birds on the wing

to hear the sounds of life anew
the doves coo coo
peepers peeping
while we’re sleeping

soft rain falling over the eaves
the fragrant breeze
it’s very clear
springtime is here


For today, a Minute poem:
The rules are:
* 3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas)
* 8 syllables in the first line of each stanza
* 4 syllables in the remaining lines of each stanza
* rhyme scheme: aabb/ccdd/eeff
* written in strict iambic meter
So each stanza contains 20 syllables times 3 stanzas equals 60 syllables total.

vernal vespers

The view from my front porch…how I love this place! -kat 2022
vernal vespers

hush, ‘tis evensong
day’s fiery dénouement
sol’s final glisk


NaPoWriMo2022 - Day 2 Prompt: write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. My word of choice: Glisk.

A GLISK is a brief glimpse of warm sunshine.

first flower

first flower

hello there dandy,
first to bloom,
with golden mane,
frosted lightly,
buttons of tiny petals
to parasols of gray,
taking flight one day
on bursts of breath
whispered softly
to a crystalline sky…
it would seem
you are more
than a nuisance,
a weed deeply rooted,
it is you who dares
to bare your face,
to rise, to shine
in the light
of the worm moon,
to announce
the coming spring…
a dandy-lion who
dallies with tempests,
only to be plucked
from the loam,
soft, downy,
feather-light, ripe
for the kiss of wish-makers,
to dance for wide-eyed
innocents who dare to dream


signs of the season

signs of the season

bare tree limb tips dipped
in green, white and lavender
sunlight lingering into the evening,
peepers peeping at dusk,
worms slithering from the damp dark,
bees, butterflies, spiders and ants,
buzz, flit and creep, a hint of wet clay,
fading leaves and first blooms in the mist
and this, the first hummingbird sighting
at the nectar jars outside my window
it’s official...spring is finally here


NaPoWriMo2021 - Day 13 Prompt: This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.

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