I feel warmthforaging aheadof my thoughtssunrays callfor change - so what if it isfor just a season Tanka Tuesday
Just a season
St. Patrick’s Day
Green clover fields bloom,Leprechauns dance with delight,Luck in the spring air,Parades march on, hearts unite,Hope and renewal ignite. Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt
Promising
warm promise cocoonedin shades of yellow and rustspring sunsets aglow 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 24
Early Spring
lingering snow meltsrevealing the green beneathspring is almost here early spring tulipsa splash of red in the fieldbrightening the day leap day comes once morean extra day to enjoyMake it count, my friend! Tanka Tuesday
Never a spring thaw again
running streams of lifeleave untouched the world beyondepitaphs and wreathsnever a spring thaw again-memories live foreverin the hearts of those who care 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge Image credit: Washington Post @msn.com
Gogyohka – Onset of Spring
rising late to meet the sunbrushing off the remaining snowmy coat looks as good as newbut just needs to go-floral patterns beckon Tanka Tuesday
The weather here changes quickly
secrets of the fogdraw me in its density-depth of winter hauntstime to wear new eyeglassesshed old snakeskin perspectivescome out of hibernation there's no looking backafter the mask falls - shreddedinto smithereensit's not Imbolc as yet; butmy heart dances to glorya feetless dance in the air ornithologistshunting for winter sparrowslook disappointedweather here changes quicklyfrozen mindsets thaw … Continue reading The weather here changes quickly
Averted
piercing winds of truthcold like snapped bonds of lost loveyet thawing the frostMay breeze avert cold snowstormssomeone texted me today 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge
Cyclic Power
cold clouds mockfoliage-stripped treesdefiantbranches swaypowered by cycles - spring isaround the corner 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge Image credit: Winter in the Country, c. 1859 by George Henry Durrie, Artist from the National Gallery of Art
Wintry winds
colors of cold lightsenses getting attuned towhistling windy winter chill It’s here on annual duty. It will stay. Winters slow down everything, except the warmth of breath. I’m never more aware of it than now. rarefiedair on mountain peaksfind yourself 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 16
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