IT’S THE SEASON

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IT’S THE SEASON

The petals fall fast and furious.

The bare trees watch the fallen.

Limbs shivering in the coming cold.

Pink tears of surrender coat the ground.

As seasons come and go.

Yearning for their lost children.

They lift scraggly arms to the sky.

Prayers will soon be answered,

As seasons come and go.

Coats of white land on their branches.

Night falling all too soon.

Shivers dislodge the packed ice.

Leaving them bare once again.

They lift weary eyes to the sky.

As seasons come and go.

A warm wind caresses their arms.

Eyes open to sprouting buds.

Green and pink sweaters for spring.

Their children have returned.

As seasons come and go.

 

HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL

 

What can be better

than sitting on a bench

in the warm weather,

watching people, and

daydreaming?

Nothing.

 

• 

opticallyaroused:

 

Warm weather,

soft winds,

pretty blooms,

are all part of the

best time of year.

Welcome to spring.

 

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ohmydisney

Spring = Flowers.

 

Hope springs eternal.

Enjoy the new season!

 

LET IT BLOOM

 

LET IT BLOOM

Watch the rose bloom.
It’s not too soon.

The lovely smell.
It rings my bell.

The pink color.
Like no other.

Face to the sun.
Ready for fun.

Velvet to the touch.
I love it so much.

I’m ready for spring.
To hear the birds sing.

I’m eager for the first bloom.
Definitely not too soon.

Let it bloom.

LET IT BLOOM

Watch it grow.
Watch it bloom.
Pretty rose.
Sweet perfume. 

The beautiful color.
Pink like cotton candy.
Facing the morning sun.
Happy as a dandy.

It is a bud.
When will it bloom
and open wide?
I hope it’s soon.

I’m ready for flowers.
I’m ready for spring.
Eager to see the buds.
Let the spring bells ring.

How about one rose?
The first bloom of the season.
That would be enough.
I think it’s within reason.

MOON SHADOW

 

 

thedeadgameblog:

MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.  
I will try with all my might  
To live in the bright sunlight. 
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.  
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.  
My petals are white as snow  
Because of this fact I know. 
I will never be awake at day  
No matter how hard I wish and pray.  
For I live in the shadow of the moon   
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

 

 

FORGOTTEN

Source: travel balloons

Amsterdam, Netherlands

Lost and forgotten.

Dripping in snow.

Frozen with ice.

Wheels shivering.

Handlebars sagging.

Until the spring.

Flowers blooming.

Roads clearing.

Water dripping off.

Wheels turning.

Its seat taken.

Out for a ride.

LET IT BLOOM

Watch it bloom.
Watch it grow.

The pretty fragrance.
Sweet as perfume.

The beautiful color.
Pink like cotton candy.

Face to the sun.
As innocent as a child.

Soft petals.
Velvet to the touch.

When will it bloom?
How long do I have to wait?

I’m ready for spring.
I’m ready for flowers.

I’m eager to see the first buds.
The first blooms of the season.

How about one little rose?
That would be enough.

Let it bloom.