#spring poem

[seraphinesaintclair]

“Gilded, Singing” by Seraphine Saintclair

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[lunchboxpoems]

TO BE BRAVE, I LOOK TO THE DAFFODIL

To be brave, I look to the daffodil. A stupid flower, I’ve always thought – too eager to enter a world not fully thawed. Shrinking  after just one cold night. I surround myself with pluck. Always one for adventure: running naked  across campus into a stranger’s car as rite of passage, jumping into the freezing bay. Hitchhiking home but afraid to speak in class. To order in my mother’s tongue, my mother’s food. I let the dark take on its own shapes, unchecked. No, I am not brave, but I like the people who are. Who never overprepare or let their anxieties  stop them. For whom things always work out.  I’m chasing the high from one novelty to another, wanting adventure but so unwilling to find it on my own. Instead, I lose myself in people who live unafraid. Bravery by osmosis. This might be the truest thing I say today and it scares me. To admit that on my own, I was never wild. All this time I thought the daffodil’s dropped  petals, the green leaves that remained, marked an ending.  But underground she is rebuilding for next spring.  For when she’ll dare, again, to push through the frostbitten earth. Year after year, it goes on like this.

SUSAN NGUYEN

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[fuckingwhateverdude]

4.13.23

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[stillgrowingwildflowers]

I hope your love grows as your flowers do - that you never leave them wondering if you love their tired wilted petals just as much as you love their sunshine summer hues.

-where she grows / made of earth -

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[the-dose-makes-the-poison]

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[poetic-solitude]

April, by Grain Woods

Blossoming red rose

Light shines through clouds upon trees

Springs first rain so sweet

#spring #spring poem #nature poetry

[dkniade]

Comment: Thought I’d post an old 2021 poem. This one I rather like, still. (Original Comment) “A poem of spring and learning how to heal and recognize kindness.” I wrote this back in springtime.

Notes: self-image issues, violent imagery, metaphoric injury

Ballad of a Thousand Winds

(千风之曲)

03.28.2021.

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i. a dog’s knowledge on kindness and lack thereof

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The herbs you put on my wound,

I mistook them for poison. And the

tweezers which remove glass shards

were seen as knives. Fight or flight once

flashed warning signs as I flinched

from the tongue licking my cuts.

It was considered a bite —

in my mind only.

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ii. with these tainted hands

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So I forced myself to heal myself with

these occasionally trembling, bruised

hands. And I wondered if they were

ever clean by another’s standards.

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iii. a touch so gentle it’s foreign

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And I question, now, this lack of pain

and mistake it as numbness, asking

to be taken back to a once-feeling state.

What a terrible metaphor this must

be in their eyes, I think to myself.

What a horrible image of me

this must be.

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Having my face handled in such a gentle

manner with these kind touches,

I almost feel like crying.

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iv. favonius ballad

.

Dandelions fly in the air within a

boundless field, beneath a pure sky

and gentle west winds. Around me,

monarch butterflies flutter against

the blue. And I question if this is how

spring’s supposed to feel like:

peaceful and alive.

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v. spring sprouts

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In spite of the cruel winters, life still

continues to bud from those fresh branches.

And the days of bloom show their faces.

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And I ask:

What use is green grass

if there’s no sunshine nor

a blue sky to accompany it?

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And I respond:

At last, we can recall the colour

of the grassy plains before us.

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vi. may the wind lead

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May the winds guide you towards a path

of thrilling battles and new sceneries.

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And may the west wind blow and lead the way.

Always.

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[bugburrypond]

(via Come Little Flowers 🌼) “Come little flowers, it's time to wake And paint the world in cheer And sing the song of growing things The warmth of spring is here!" Laura Jaworski

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[jessicarockpoet]

poem: march renaissance

I can feel the impending spring

deep down,

like a blossoming bud

ready to triumphantly emerge

into the generous evening sun.

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[softsweetwhispers]

there's vibrancy in the trees, deep green blending with the bright grass that lays ahead of me. don't step on the crack, you'll break your mother's back, i say in my head, watching as everyone skips ahead of me. the sun is in the sky, tied to a string like a balloon, and it's floating, up and away, like a little kid has let go, helium hope flying away from sticky fingers. a little impossible, considering it's actually setting, light blue sky barely bleeding into orange, yellow marble that smells like lawn mowers and tastes like chocolate chip cookies. maybe it's a little cliché to say, but it feels like new beginnings. maybe it's a little preposterous to think, but i can't help myself. the birds are singing, the dog's are barking, and spring is here.

| k. - the first of may

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[seraphinesaintclair]

Emma Lazarus, “Spring Longing.”

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[lunchboxpoems]

WEEDS AND PEONIES

Your peonies burst out, white as snow squalls, with red flecks at their shaggy centers in your border of prodigies by the porch. I carry one magnanimous blossom indoors and float it in a glass bowl, as you used to do.

Ordinary pleasures, contentment recollected, blow like snow into the abandoned garden, overcoming the daisies. Your blue coat vanishes down Pond Road into imagined snowflakes with Gus at your side, his great tail swinging,

but you will not reappear, tired and satisfied, and grief’s repeated particles suffuse the air like the dog yipping through the entire night, or the cat stretching awake, then curling as if to dream of her mother’s milky nipples.

A raccoon dislodged a geranium from its pot. Flowers, roots, and dirt lay upended in the back garden where lilies begin their daily excursions above stone walls in the season of old roses. I pace beside weeds

and snowy peonies, staring at Mount Kearsarge where you climbed wearing purple hiking boots. “Hurry back. Be careful, climbing down.” Your peonies lean their vast heads westward as if they might topple. Some topple.

DONALD HALL

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[decemberblue]

Early spring

Everything feels vibrant and alive

As we turn green

Yellow, white and pink

Red and purple gets the fields

For a few months we'll stay like this

Blessed in this region of life and peace

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[scraebble]

First Sight

Lambs that learn to walk in snow When their bleating clouds the air Meet a vast unwelcome, know Nothing but a sunless glare. Newly stumbling to and fro All they find, outside the fold, Is a wretched width of cold.

As they wait beside the ewe, Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies Hidden round them, waiting too, Earth's immeasureable surprise. They could not grasp it if they knew, What so soon will wake and grow Utterly unlike the snow.

by Philip Larkin

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[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

"Blossom" by Kathleen Jamie

There's this life and no hereafter— I'm sure of that but still I dither, waiting for my laggard soul to leap at the world's touch. How many May dawns have I slept right through, the trees courageous with blossom? Let me number them... I shall be weighed in the balance and found wanting. I shall reckon for less than an apple pip.

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[cornucopiaradio]

Spring is a magical time of year; when bountiful possibility appears in front of us, and everything is reborn brand new. So to celebrate the start of the season, we’ve created a lush #soundscape #videomontgae, mixing classical spring poetry, sounds of nature and amazing instrumental musical pieces. It’s all designed to take you to a place more magical than here…

So every #spring, I like to share this beautiful collection of #poetry, #wildlife & #nature we created many years ago. I hope it personally helps you feel the rebirth & positivity this time of year can bring.

Find all the production details via our website:

http://www.cornucopia-radio.co.uk/spring-poetry

CREDITS Performed By Christopher Bellamy & Jeannie McGinnis Produced and Edited by Peter Beeston This work is released under a Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported license

TRACK LISTING

Spring by John Clare / Alexandre Klinke – Solitude

A Light Exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson / Kevin MacLeod – Meditation Impromptu

Spring Carol by Robert Louis Stevenson / Jon Luc Hefferman – Curious

The First Spring Day by Christina Rossetti / Kai Engell – Summer Days

One Day In Spring by Rabindranath Tagore / Raphae – Eor Ir Itum

Spring Quiet by Christina Rossetti / Alistair Cameron – Gymnopedie

My Bonnie Blue by Robert Burns / Aislinn – Dusty window

There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale / Zinaida Trokai – The Spirit of Russian Love

End Credits Music / Josh Woodward – Sleep Well My Dear

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