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early, bright blossoms
petals frosted, darling Lale
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Chitter chatter of spring’s awakenings
brought to harmony by halted hand
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whisk of grey, not even breath enough
for slash of red or shimmer-green —
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Sweet Cupid sets his aim upon a Grace
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Spring has just begun,
the plants are blooming,
by shopaholica
14 lines, 2 comments,
on Apr 22 5:36 PM 2008. In Contemporary, Life, Nature, Other, Personal, Thoughts, Spring, Colourful, Bugs
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Under my window
lies the paradigm
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Spring.
Luring scent dances
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Spring awakens in my heart
Palpitating from the start
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Haiku of the day for 4/18/2008.
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As months go, April is lovely.
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April sings to the
broken-hearted,
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Spring came today. Yesterday, harsh winds blew
From snow-peaks, limb-buds rested cold and hard
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Fresh Spring air
and the warm golden
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This is the most perfect evening
when flowers dance in the rain
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When first the rays of the sun
fall on the blessed homes of millions counting
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For all of you that are suffering ore have suffered this years spring flue. It is no fun...no fun at all.
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How still; it seems this silent snow can fall
as if she’s whispering to sleeping birds.
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It's the season of rebirth,
so why do I feel like I'm dying?
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Fence scattered by gale;
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Your face is never
without expression
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Au lac, deux cygnes;
le sol humide et perméable;
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And I realize, they leave to savor with themselves and the moon
Something that cannot be shared with anything, or anyone else
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Only the first drop
Of any new spring’s deluge
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I wish I had the fairy's ear
The lily's trumpet sound to hear,
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In the garden in the springtime love is in the air
Soft and sensuous sounds surround them songbirds everywhere
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While twitters enter your fragrant chambers
winter is rattling
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The wind swirling round
Flowers sprouting from Earth's life
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Drops glistening on the tips of icicles
The first splash of green appears
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O nce upon a time, long ago;
E ver after the last fall of snow--
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Digging beds for small tomato plants
Yesterday, buried to the fingertips
by micol
16 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 4 2:48 PM 2008. In Spring
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I star at the ball, hidden in the worn glove
as the glove moves I tense.
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