Tag Archives: spring

Envisage

Let me wear smile of classy
refreshing fragrance of spring
by undressing my gloomy outfits
of lingering wet memories.

Let me relish ambiance of privacy
whispering to me as silent tresses.
Let the cascading waves of emotions
lash it on the shore of heart as stories.

Let me emblazon my true fancy
on the lap of blushing twilight.
Let winking eyes of twinkling stars
steal the discreet of montage.

Let me disguise crazy delicacy
in the enigmatic depth of night.
Let the haunting luscious silence
reveal the vintage of love.

Let me invade freely in the galaxy
of vast cloudless imaginations.
Let me dissolve wholly in the
pleasing envisage forever.

© Maaya dev

The Robin Bird Of The Early Spring

With wimpling wings,
while winking its eyes to weep,
in the downing dawn’s blue ink
of the springing spring,
and while swirling from the nature’s swing
to sway, or to rock
the night’s ring,
and to reach out without fallin’,
it leaves the garden forthwith,
right in the light to fight
the last winter’s wind.

Poem by Marieta Marieta

If you were a spring without flowers,
probably then all my trees
would be lethargic.
If you were a wind coiling without leaves,
possibly all my trees would be already fallen,
and if you were a sky without its sun,
certainly no other tree could
germinate to grow from seed.
And I would not be able to exist any longer,
for I am the forest.
But in the snowy winter that would follow,
and in the churches with empty bells,
not ringing in the frost,
God would be still existent.
But you were my springing spring,
my whispering leafing wind
and my sunny sky.
And, in the winter,
in your absence,
I did not cease to love you while
craving for the melted snow,
craving for the blossomed trees,
craving for the ringing bells…

© copyright Marieta Maglas

Dream Season

spring dream
a rooster stirs the stillness
into dawn

calmness . . .
jogging into
the spring dawn

hot spring bath –
the nibbling fish
tingle my skin

waterfall
I photograph
its mist of spring

train pane mist
she rubs on
the other side

spring rain
the scent of green in
the dawn breeze

february full moon
the beach tides deepen
the voice of children

spring moon
the scent of jasmine
spreading in the night

When You Bring The Spring ~

Sweet spring from far away
Calls to me with a flowery smile,
But it’s going to be quite a while
Before I can even get away…

The clouds that hang over me
Are ready to burst anytime soon~
Behind them the waiting moon
Would have to wait until I see…

Summer days and simmering nights
Are dreams of wintry eves~
Only the colours of autumn leaves
Remain now as delights…

The handsome days are yet to rise
And I shall wait for you to bring
The smiles and songs of gentle spring,
To our love beneath the starry skies…

When you do bring them to me,
I shall build us a castle of dreams
That won’t crumble with loveless seams,
But will stay up for the world to see…

– July 11th, 2012
(c) Sana Rose 2012

Our Time

Our time
is over
like a river
ends in the sea.

Our time
is over
like a quiver
of nervous lips.

Our time
was one
like the sun
in the monsoon.

Our time
has gone
like a torn
piece of page.

Our time
was sung
like the young
hearts in spring.

Our time
was perhaps
just a lapse
of destiny.

Our time
never began
rather than
say it’s over.

Our time
was just a dream,
a promise’s ghost,
a pebble lost
in the stream
of life…

– July 12th, 2012