Ode To Springtime

  

The dynamic sounds of the bats cracking

is music to my ears

letting me know that time of year is near.

 

The glorious vision of birds in the air

is a sight for sore eyes

making it a treat to look in the sky.

 

The sweet smell of fresh blooms

is serenity to my nose

tickling my senses and making them smile.

 

What a time of year

with warm days and gentle breezes.

Gray days go gently away

as colors begin to caress

nature’s wondrous turf.

 

Though all the seasons

have their special gifts,

springtime is my favorite one

for it breathes new life

into collapsing lungs.

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

Your work is always so fresh and new, which is one of the things I most like about it. You always give your readers innovative work. I can smell the spring air in this one and visualize all the colours of the buds and blossoms.

A piece which suggests hope and renewal, along with striking imagery. No spring rain? I'm just surprised because I know how much you love the rain.

I'm smiling. Thanks for the post, Dale. Photo is oh - so pretty.

[Shellie]

VERY nice ode. you use really great phrases here and that creates spot on imagery. Thanks for letting me know what real seasons are like, in Ireland we have 3 winters and a surprise summer[be a surprise if it comes at all] The last verse is wonderful.....new life into collapsing lungs...stylish!

[Cherry Berry]

Another beautifully penned piece. It makes me want to throw open all my windows and doors to allow the fresh air inside. Well done.
xox
Cherri

[Babbette Francis]

I love it!! Spring to Summer, Summer to swimming, swimming to..............well anyway, I just love this poem.

---What a time of year
with warm days and gentle breezes.
Gray days go gently away
as colors begin to caress=
nature's wondrous turf.----

Nature days are back!!! :D

I LOVE THIS POEM!!!!

[Brianna Brie]

Now that makes more sense. Like I should know that one since my son is on 5 teams!! Take me down to the ballgame. Crackling bats does strike up the image of spring after all. lol

[Brianna Brie]

What a time of year
with warm days and gentle breezes.
Gray days go gently away
as colors begin to caress
nature's wondrous turf.

NO NO!@! Not the BATS! Love spring but could do without the bats. They got in my son's bedroom one year, and we had to do the whole rabies shots thing. Nice poem about spring.

[Anastasia Starlena]

I love spring the time for renewal and warmth. This is a wonderful piece I loved the wayit flowed and how you captured natures beauty excellent job.

[closed account]

very nice!! I love spring, I love the sounds of the birds chirping early in the moring
I love the scent of everyone lawn being watered, (even though alergic) I love the long
days and short nights, I love to see my kids play out side and feeling the warmth of
our sunlight!! this was a very refreshing poem... :-)

[emmajoy]

' The sweet smell of fresh blooms / is serenity to my nose / tickling my senses and making them smile.'

Three great lines and so true. This just another example of what a fine poet you are, Dale. You write with such a wonderful appreciation of everything about you. Seems you can put 'pen to paper' about anything and in any genre.

Thank you so much for sharing.

[Sheila Kline]

Hey Dale....a nice tribute to the newness of spring! It is so grand to have all the flowers, and new life springing forth!
I enjoyed every line, but especially like your ending.....boy that new breath is always welcome!
Love and Hugs,
Sheila