Poetry Wanted: Seasons of a2k.

Izzie, déanta go maith cailín.

A bleak Gothic winter in those verses Letty. Seasonally perfect.

My Ethnic Garden in spring

I had an ethnic garden in the old Virginia soil.
Japanese lanterns , iris, dutch tulips in turmoil

The baby's breath surrounded all, and looking back at me,
Were French and Spanish lavenders and shrubs of high degree.

The daisies of South Africa took two long years to grow.
but it was really worth the wait when they begin to show.

Awwwwwww! A very timely poem to shepherd in the rains of spring.

An original and lovely poem Letty.

Come look through my eyes at the ocean today.
It's waving and foaming and welcoming May.

The breeze and the sand and the beckoning shore
Are calling your name and asking for more.

Stay calm, and gather the shells with your tide,
That hover beneath and await your soft ride

They'll be gathered by many, admired by us all
Reflecting the sky and Triton's deep call.

springtime in houston

its springtime in houston my friends
the time the hot weather begins
the blue jays fuss and they bother
azaleas early martyr
sending blooms like comets to die
in lovely streaks before the eye
we make obeisance to the sun
like cats we make the hot tin run

You write some good poems, letty.

Thanks, edgar, and I love, love, love your poem. Your reference to "cat on a hot tin roof" was awesome.

I'm not a beach person Lady Letty! But your poem (almost sea chanty) makes me long for the a sunny day and a blanket by the New Hampshire beach. Add an umbrella and a good book.

A wonderfully evocative poem indeed!

Never had the honor of visiting Houston Sir Edgar. In 8 lines of your original poem, I get a glimpse of a city preparing itself for a blistering Texas summer.

Thanks for another great poem Edgar.

Thanks, stepan. This summer may be a record breaker. It was 99 degrees near here this afternoon.

I just got sunburned reading your post Edgar.

To The Spring

Welcome, gentle Stripling,
Nature's darling thou!
With thy basket full of blossoms,
A happy welcome now!
Aha!--and thou returnest,
Heartily we greet thee--
The loving and the fair one,
Merrily we meet thee!
Think'st thou of my maiden
In thy heart of glee?

I love her yet, the maiden--
And the maiden yet loves me!
For the maiden, many a blossom
I begged--and not in vain!
I came again a-begging,
And thou--thou givest again:
Welcome, gentle Stripling,
Nature's darling thou--
With thy basket full of blossoms,
A happy welcome now!

( by Friedrich von Schiller)

thank you for sharing this link...

This unfinished work has been languishing in my Gmail box for far too long (years). Just a little snipping and tucking and I'll post it without further new lines.

Tonight is a ghost tale.
I wade across Park Avenue to its western shore.
I stride to the Eastern shore of Madison Avenue.
Turning north, I drift against the stream.
© 29 May 2013

Robot Koch and Seasonal Snow
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7R44-pcFaj8

Autumn

What a season full of shame
stripper trees here and there
no one found whom to blame
the whole thing is never fair.

Streets and roads full of stain
that is removed with a rake
train, plane is all in vain
trying to flee is just a fake

No more choice but praise the wind
admire the funny color of the leaf
my complaints are to rescind
what a pain... what a grief...

(with love to Autumn, carloslebaron)