Springburst

Detritus pushed aside

Bulbs flaunt their hidden

Lifeblood

Arrayed for selection

Opened to the sun

Reflecting it back

Vital in their needs

To mix again

Increasing their force

Their number

Their presence

More, more, more!

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Hanging On

Hanging On

As Old Homicide starts to lose his grip

Fair sun is stealing more each day, gains ground

The grass greens and poseys start coming ' round

The ice and snow steady reduced to drips

Winter would cause one more stumble, a slip

Keeping you in his stiff frozen world bound

Covetous, with his dying breaths yet hound

Loathe to lose the taste of bluey cold lips

Though knowing his time from him is now ripped

His talent for hanging on does astound

When gentle warmth, Spring's victor prevails

There remains a few late frosts crystal-

dipped

Icicle dangerous daggers abound

Watching for the unwary to assail

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

New Season

New Season

Dance in the dells

Joy claims the feet

Winter is dispelled

Happiness is mete

Alive once more

Caressed in sun

Energized to the core

Begins now the fun

Birds singing for mates

At each new dawn

Spring keeping her date

The appearance of fawns

Butterflies awake

Box elder bugs flight

The ants' thirst is slaked

Bees on blossoms light

And we rise in song

That cannot be contained

The cold lasted so long

So glad we remained

©️Sylphide  poem/image 2021

Early Ones

Early Ones

The aconite

Beneath bare trees

Wake to the lengthening sun

Heralds of gladness

First feed the bees

Though winter is not done

Open to each other

Speak as they need

Seeds started, more than one

It matters not 

More snows received

The flowers have had their fun

Spring on its way

Winter's grip unseized

The Ice Queen's on the run

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021