The Beauty of Spring
A
tiny seed in the ground,
Waits
for the coming of spring,
The
warm weather sticks around,
When
the robin starts to sing.
Out
of the ground, it will sprout,
A
tiny shoot begins to grow;
A
new bud comes peeking out,
It
is Mother Nature’s show.
Bursting
with color, it blooms,
It’s
reaching towards the sun,
A
fragrance like sweet perfumes.
The
season has just begun.
Beautiful
new buds abound,
Looks
like a lovely bouquet,
Spreads
its beauty all around,
A
new season heads this way.
The
cycle continues on,
The
chill of autumn arrives.
Soon
the petals will be gone,
In
the ground, new seeds survive.
Dormant
through the winter freeze,
Under
a blanket of white.
Icicles
forming on the trees,
Throughout
the long winter night.
Spring
arrives bringing rebirth,
Dormant
seeds springing to life.
Bringing
beauty beyond worth,
The
world doesn’t seem so, rife.
James F. Cunningham ©
03.21.2019
Vestige of Spring
Winter
snows have melted away,
Soon,
flowers will begin to sprout.
A
world of beauty comes this way,
Children
playing without a doubt.
The
beautiful vestige of spring,
Begins
spreading across the land.
The
early birds begin to sing,
Soon
everything will look so, grand!
Lovely
blossoms filling the trees,
Leaves
turning an emerald green.
While
blowing in the warmer breeze,
Such
beauty always looks pristine.
The
spring showers help spread new life,
Nourishing
all the dormant seeds.
Awakening
of Wildlife,
This
time of year, they will breed.
The
joys of spring, have come alive,
It
slowly marches to summer.
Another
long winter survived,
It’s
like a rebirth from slumber.
Although
seasons will come and go,
Spring
brings out the best in us all.
No
longer digging out from snow,
Spring
has finally come to call.
James F. Cunningham ©
03.21.2019
Arrival of Spring
The
essence of spring has arrived,
Smell
it lingering in the air.
You
can sense it being revived,
Now
watch it growing everywhere.
like
Apple, Blossoms are posing,
Along
with cherry blossoms too.
Nature
itself is transposing,
Maybe,
they did it just for you.
The
blossoms will soon be falling,
Fresh
fruit is beginning to grow.
Don’t
you hear the springtime calling?
This
is just the start of the show.
A
beautiful field of flowers,
Growing
wild across the land.
In
this wonderful world of ours,
Very
soon will be looking grand.
Every
season will come and go,
Summer
heat is arriving soon.
Because
time continues to flow,
We’re
approaching the month of June.
James F. Cunningham ©
03.21.2019
James F. Cunningham
James F. Cunningham: Jim lives in the State
of Ohio, USA. With his wife and family, plus 4 dogs and menagerie of other
animals. He has written Poetry for most of his life. Covers everything from
Faith to Fantasies and Dreams, plus reality and Nature. Even a few Nightmares
to stir the pot. Enjoys writing Gothic Horror. Tales, they let his imagination
go to extremes. He has also written
Short Stories a time or two.