When springtime comes the trees that fill my yard
Are cast in colors that regale the eye.
And I, the canny, ever hopeful bard
Seek words to fill the page and to untie
The secret beauty that the colors weave,
The tapestry created once each year.
In knowing that its destiny’s to leave,
I savor every moment that it’s here.
The pinks and purples, whites and gorgeous reds
Are spread across my porch’s window view.
The canopy of color that o’er spreads
My yard in spring was so long overdue.
At last I see what has been gone too long,
And hear the sound of springtime robin’s song.
Author notes
Just looked out the back window this morning and the colors are magnificent, inspiring and all those other things that take place in the spring.
Written May 3rd, 2005
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Absolutely lovely! As for line 2 how wonderful to see the word "regale". I love the careful alliteration too. Your tone of voice makes sure that there is no plodding rhythm anywhere, but joyous rhyme rules all.
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Another very good sonnet! I shall set out to read your work systematically. It is a treat to discover a new good poet! I wonder if you know the Australia poet A.D. Hope's poem on the death of Pope Pious XII - this also used the symbolism of the wonderful colours of the trees in North America.
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this is a treat for i am a fan of your backyard writes.it is as beautiful as ever and one can bask in its glory forever.this sonnet has done its splendor much justice.your sonnets are your trademark for they define you well.
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Beautiful
I love spring, the awakening of the flowers that had a long winters sleep, the birds chirping again in the morning as the sun just kisses your window, you did a great job on this, and I think the picture really added to your beautiful words. Great write Paul
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Your view is as beautiful as your sonnet. Your artful write is to read as easy as spring is to live. Lovely..Diane
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Hey Grampa
I read this before and thought it was awesome and when I read it again I still think its awesome. I loved this stanza
The secret beauty that the colors weave,
The tapestry created once each year.
In knowing that its destiny’s to leave,
I savor every moment that it’s here.
Really, once again an amazing job here. Spring time is too short for us not to enjoy it and this poem just like spring is just right for us to enjoy it! Great job grampa
Malzy -
WOW... Spring is my FAVORITE season and this is an awesome poem about spring!!! It is great and the picture is BEAUTIFUL!!!
Hugs,
Beth -
Bravo
I do love Spring and your poem captures the essence of it.I like the photo too.A beautiful garden to sit and relax.Spring makes us realise how wonderful nature is and to inhale ,step back and embrace.
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