Today is the first full day of Spring for poets in the Northern Hemisphere and Autumn in the Southern. It’s also World Poetry Day so let’s write a new poem for the new season. Don’t wander lonely as a cloud or wait ’til proud-pied April comes babbling like an idiot, strewing flowers as the soft rains come. Nothing gold can stay so post your poem in the comments below before the balloonman whistles far and wee.
Living Poetry 
Glad to see someone else wrote about DST Unlike her, I am not a fan.
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | March 25, 2022, 10:34 AMThe blog looks better than this. Embarrassing.
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | March 25, 2022, 10:38 AMIf you’re referring to me, I would not like to have daylight savings time all year either. Some of my fondest memories are the sun setting at 4:30 in the afternoon in December. I live in North Carolina and if we went to DST all year, we would never have a sunset before 6:00 p.m…
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Posted by Chris Clarke | March 25, 2022, 11:39 AMAgree. I love the early winter evenings and tucking in.
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | March 25, 2022, 12:14 PMHa! (And your blog looks fine to me.)
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 25, 2022, 5:18 PMcinnamon croissants
clouds waft— toaster tanning spring
breaks fasts— soul sate lasts
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Posted by william h mollohan | March 25, 2022, 1:09 AMEnjoyed the repetition of the short ‘a’ vowel sounds in this, mixed with other ‘a’ sounds, as effective internal rhyme.
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Posted by ts19page | March 25, 2022, 3:20 PMthank you. I am attending a 7pm/9pm CDT meetup on Speculative, Haiku, SciFi-haiku aka Scifaiku, and much more
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Posted by william h mollohan | March 27, 2022, 12:28 AMLove how you split break-fast in your haiku!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 25, 2022, 5:14 PMScifiaku
The space out there unlike air
inspires, beckoning
some poetic reckoning.
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Posted by ts19page | March 27, 2022, 10:12 AMAutumn Story
Autumn Story
I read Autumn
the story
of the last beauty
the last fighting
to stay dignified
shedding armours
of vibrancy
the knight
left behind
a legend
now in my wanting hands
for my earnest eyes
to see
my mind filled
with the battle beauty
struggling to
put it down
and let it rest
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 22, 2022, 5:05 PMTwo poems for two hemispheres! Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 22, 2022, 5:27 PM😁 I thought I gave it a try. Beautiful seasons.
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 22, 2022, 5:27 PMThis is really fine work, especially the allusion to the knight, for its indirect but evocative feeling, also, “now in my wanting hands”. The idea of the Autumn of life and the beauty that is found there is powerful.
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Posted by ts19page | March 22, 2022, 6:59 PMThank you so much for the encouraging comment. I appreciate it!
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 23, 2022, 2:22 AMYou are welcome. – TSP
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Posted by ts19page | March 23, 2022, 1:23 PMLove Comes in Spring
Spring rain
softly
land on
hope
that
my love
will grow
new vines
to circle
your heart
shielding you
from blizzard
wrapping you
with tenderness
only lovers
know
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 22, 2022, 2:56 AMWonderful metaphor!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 22, 2022, 5:25 PM😊
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 22, 2022, 5:25 PMThe day is brighter
2 minutes 16 seconds
than the day before
Blue sky or cloudy
it does not matter at all
still we have more light
Daylight Savings Time
Oh how many folks love you
Lying to ourselves
The bright morning star
Heralds the coming daylight
No matter the clock
5-7-5-5
We seek order in the dark
Less than yesterday
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Posted by Chris Clarke | March 21, 2022, 10:03 PMExcellent! Love that last stanza.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 21, 2022, 10:30 PMSpring Song
The mind of the Mother is all-mind,
the heart of the Mother is grand.
The children of the Mother
are as grains of sand.
Her heart beats our time
silently in leaves
cues each and every bird
to sing the evening through the trees.
The hand of the Mother is formless
from whence all form derives,
the strength of form is beauty
as the crackling line in the sky.
Beauty the low murmured thunder
beauty the insistent rain
falling through particles of air
to melt dust from the grain.
The hand of the Mother continually begins.
Creatures through grain renewing,
Evening through rain renewing,
renewing the heart within.
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Posted by ts19page | March 21, 2022, 11:31 AMVery nice. It really gets going with the “crackling line in the sky” and love the rest of the descriptions of nature. Well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 21, 2022, 8:25 PMThere’s a beautiful, black cat
who visits me each day
I am sure he’s noticing
the birds on my porch
looking for places to lay
out their nests
as they visit
several times a day
Shoo now kitty
don’t disturb the birds
but come and see me
by the by
you are a welcome guest
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 21, 2022, 10:32 AMTwo spring poems from Lisa! Or is this really just two sections of one poem? (Or maybe we need a third from the cat’s POV.)
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 21, 2022, 8:21 PM(Challenge Accepted)
I the cat of black persuasion
came to plan my quick invasion
if only those tweets
would stay close to claws
my chances for dining
would have no return cause
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 26, 2022, 8:49 AMChallenge met! Great job!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 26, 2022, 1:26 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 28, 2022, 9:16 AMSpring, Sprang, Sprung
What spring thoughts
will roll from your tongue
Let’s hear your sounds
the birds chirp their praise
for spring has brought
the need for new nests
where their babies will lay
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 21, 2022, 10:30 AMHa! Very nice.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 21, 2022, 8:20 PM