spring poem

March nodded to Winter, “Goodbye! Goodbye!
Off to your home in the North you must hide.
Oh, have you forgotten, under the snow
The wee seeds are waiting — yes, waiting to grow?
“They are Spring’s little babies, and soon she’ll be here,
Whispering her welcome to each baby dear;
So I’ll tidy the earth; I’ll sweep and I’ll blow,
Getting it cleared for the flowers to grow!”


author unknown.
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An autumn poem

Yellow the bracken,

Golden the sheaves.

Rosy the apples,

Crimson the leaves.
Mist on the hillside.
Clouds gray and white.
Autumn, good morning.
Summer, good night.

Split Road

Photo by Beanie

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Robert Frost

The Butterfly Upon The Sky

all photos by Koda

The Butterfly Upon The Sky 

The Butterfly upon the Sky,

That doesn't know its Name

And hasn't any tax to pay

And hasn't any Home

Is just as high as you and I,

And higher, I believe,

So soar away and never sigh

And that's the way to grieve - 

 by Emily Dickinson

A May poem

photo by Beanie

'The moon shines bright, 

and the stars give light, 

A little before it is day; 

So God bless you all, 

both great and small, 

And send you a joyful May!' 

Author Unknown