Songs of Spring: A Quadrille

Here is more spring-like quadrille for dVerse.

 

With delight, the robin sings

amidst his vernal wandering,

each treble note

seems to float

over newly surfaced yellow-green,

and we are keen

to feel the warmth, to taste the air,

to go about without a care

to listen to the songs of spring

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By J. M. Pearson (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chiming the Hour

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Max Liebermann, “The Preserve Makers,” 1879 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

At break of dawn, the robin sings,

without fail he chimes the hour

awakening spring in joyous song.

 

The workers rise from slumber’s dreams

as fires start and kettles steam.

At break of dawn, the robin sings.

 

Firmly in place, they keep sharp pace,

with foreman near, they mustn’t tarry.

Without fail, he chimes the hour.

 

They live and love and dream and hope–

and listen for the robin’s trills,

awakening spring in joyous song.

 

This is a cascade poem in response to Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge.

 

This week’s words are: Place/Sharp/Chime/Firm/Pace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Robin Sang With The Night: Pantoum

This is for  Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge 21, Pantoum

 

The robin sang with the light

“Get up, come play,” said he

Brush away the dreamworld night

Up here, he said, you will be free

 

“Get up, come play,” said he

But the moss-dressed limbs were high

Up here, he said you will be free

No, I cannot fly.

 

But the moss-dressed limbs were high

Still, they called my name

No, I cannot fly,

Yet wanting to all the same.

 

Still they called my name,

Like the sirens of the sea,

Yet wanting to all the same

Sail away high on the ancient tree.

 

Like the sirens of the sea,

The leaf-breeze trilled in delight

Sail away high on the ancient tree

The robin sang with the light.