Spring, the symbol of new life
which blossoms in new colours bold
yet pink so comely and captivating
in graceful tones does dress the land.
Pink clouds adorning waking trees
like fairy wings in feathered breeze
dancing along the zephyr gentle
to fall to ground in snowy pink.
The chirping of the newborn birds
contented in their nest secure
as fluffy down frames fragile cadaver
and seasons rotate through history's cycle.
At end of day sunset's voice does call
announcing future days in pinkish hues
across horizon's majestic view
a glimpse of heaven's harmony.
In a list
A contest entry
- SPRING FEVER Judged by RedwingSpirit.
475 points, ended March 5, 2008, 31 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh, yes! This is so lovely! I love the gentle white and pink colours of all the blossoms. Cherry, apple, tulip. I love them all!
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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It reminds me of the Bible for some reason. "The voice of the turtle is heard in our land."
I like the language and the touches of formality.
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Excellent Write Congratulations on the Silver Trophy.
Thank you for taking the time
to enter this poem into my contest.
I wish you the best of luck.
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This is certainly spring! and so neatly tied up in beautiful pink ribbons. The imagery is so vivid and profound to the reader. A very lovely read indeed. Well, done and good luck.
Shaz xx
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Thank you for your lovely entry, Josephine
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wow this is amazing gran and so beautifully written with imagery bringing it to life
well done and best of luck
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