Watching for Spring's Starlings

 

Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List #9 (Joan Colby)

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Every mile is two in winter. ~ George Herbert

 

The clocks of December move slow like a man with bad knees

Edging forward with scorn upon deaf ears

I try to ignore the feral breeze

And the rise of snow and it’s bitter sermon upon my face

If I had been newly kissed

The pressing feel would be gone like a gypsy in the night

Cold can be like fire’s touch when it is from the skull of a deep frost

Stealing the feeling from our extremities

And leaving the deepest of aches in our bones

One that no anesthetic can remove.

 

The Birth of Spring

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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 46

I like to think a flower opens itself to outgrow its plantedness. That it yearns to be carried away. ~Author Unknown

Winter in all her harsh glory is still pregnant with the spring

And holds a beautiful hope in each and every leafless thing

Our eyes and hearts grow weary to see the new one’s face

To feel her warmer breeze and see her flowering grace

Her beauty is always welcomed and brings so much joy

A birth of a season as wonderful as a new baby girl or boy

Soon she will arrive and then winter will soon depart

And the beauty we have longed for will fill our eyes and hearts.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Precipitation Not Expected

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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 33 

and Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform

They're not hot flashes — they're power surges. ~Author unknown

I used to be a wild storm that riled the August seas

then I was a drought that killed a weeping willow tree

I settled into a snow fall that lingered through many winters so cold and strong

and now I am a hot flash of summer that lasts all decade long.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

The Evidence of God

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Also linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 21
....and last but not least Poets United for Mid Week Motif ~ Evidence

People see God every day, they just don't recognize him. ~Pearl Bailey

I feel it in the cool mist of rain in the heat of June.

I smell it in the garden air at the hint of spring.

I see it in the amazing glow of the midnight moon,

And in the growth around me of every living thing.

I hear it in the clues of autumn in the rustling of falling leaves,

And I hear it in the cricket’s call and the song of the flying lark.

I touched it in the falling snow that spring will soon not keep.

Yet, it can only be seen with the eyes of an open heart.

Torn Between Two Lovers

 

"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart." ~Victor Hugo



It's the last big freeze of the season I suppose....and then it will move toward spring.  I do love the spring, but it is the fall that truly holds my heart.





My heart is torn between two lovers
the golden autumn and the budding spring

my eyes are slaves to each one's beauty
yet their vision of glory makes me a king

I follow where they lead me
down the paths of season's steady flow

as I long to capture them both completely
but like a fickle girl they always let me go

no heart can truly serve two masters
nor hold more than one lover within it's grasp

so I shall be an ever restless admirer
of two loves whose true promise I cannot have.


Life Is God's Artistic Masterpiece

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.

~Stanley Horowitz

The Autumn Gateway Has Opened

 

Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning,

 and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze.

 ~Terri Guillemets

 

 

 

I welcome autumn with open arms once more!

Giggles and Snowflakes

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"Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons."  ~Author Unknown

Well I guess this week we say farewell to winter and hello to spring....just thought I would post something in celebration of the seasons of life....Happy Spring everyone!

Farewell Again Autumn

"Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze."
~Emily Dickinson

Dearest Autumn my love so fair
how I wish you would never leave.

Your colors a bounty beyond compare
in your arms I long to cleave.

Our time together too short once more
a twirling dance I don't want to end.

But like a fickle kiss you will ignore
and leave me alone over and over again.

So with these words I take one last gaze
to your mystery and all your charms.

For my heart you always swiftly take
as I await you with open arms.



I know that autumn is long since gone, but it is my favorite season, and when the words came I went with it like the wind.

What is your favorite season?

Loneliness Is The Longest of Seasons

"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."

~Mark Twain

Linking with Poetry Jam

Spring is like a lover

 that kisses you on the lips.

While summer is a brother

 that hits you with a fist.

Then autumn is a sister

you want to remain close.

Yet lonely's name is winter

that come to leave you all alone.

Autumn Speaks

It whispers of the journey home...

It converses with the wind...

It articulates the way with every step we take...

Its auburn lips only tell of wonders....

It has a silence that speaks of peace...

My heart sits and waits to hear it speak every October.

What does Autumn speak to you?

A Moment For Reflection

"Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Poets United Think Tank #74 Winter

Nature has a way of knowing when it is time to rest and renew. 
Growth will come when the time is right.
When I think of winter it reminds me of a pause in life.
A time of rest and reflection.
A way of being that mankind just does not know how to do.