Morning Missed

The night was restless; I forgot to set my alarm and got up late.  Remnants of mist lingered in the air.  It was undoubtedly glorious earlier, but now, the sun was far above the horizon. 

You don't get overs on mornings.

I missed a misty morning as I lay asleep in bed

Bright rays, the trees adorning, streamed through my dreams instead.

A rabbit ate the meadow rue, from what I ascertain

The only bunnies in my view hopped 'round inside my brain.

The droplets on the new-mown lawn were diamonds, so I'm told

But all the treasures of the dawn were someone else's gold.

In dreams, I held some butterflies, but dreams I cannot keep

I missed a misty sunrise as I lay there fast asleep.




Linking with Saturday's Critters

Spring Back

If the change of the season is progress, 

Sunday's cold could be viewed as only a minor setback...

...but when the snow was falling fast and thick, 

it looked like full-blown winter.

Even the creatures seemed to think so, 

flying through the flakes and posing for Christmas cards.

After a year underground, this iris emerged to a balmy day Saturday,

but Sunday must have been a surprise.

Who would have guessed that Spring was only days away?

The creek is still flowing, but by yesterday, most of the snow was gone.

Spring peepers are singing as if nothing had happened,

and it feels like Spring is coming after all.




When will spring put on its splendor?
When will yellow blossoms nod?
Atop their stalks, so green and slender
Their frilly faces bow to God.

The winter’s drab; the birds are still.
When will spring put on its splendor
To raise the silent whip-poor-will
And paint the tulips, bright and tender?

When will winter days surrender
To brighter, longer days of spring?
When will spring put on its splendor
And cause the sweet-voiced wrens to sing?

Of the calendar’s four seasons
Vibrant spring has no contender 
For the wait, it has its reasons
When will spring put on its splendor?

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Wintry Circuit

Between the snows, the winter earth is bare 

Its fleeting beauty shifted to the skies

Where Plieades blushes at a candid stare   

But casts her splendor on averted eyes.

The moon is briefly just a crooked smile

Content to share its glory with the stars

Then swells to take the spotlight for awhile

Until it rises waning under Mars.

Now dawn is gray; the stars have lost their shine

Cloud cloaked, the radiant moon has vanished   

Flakes fall and drift and make the land benign    

And take the stage until the snow is banished.  




About the photo: The moon was added in Photoshop, but it is about how I remembered it.  
This isn't intended for scientific accuracy, but instead, to illustrate the poem.


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