spring | Shawn L. Bird

poem- I planted them a decade ago April 1, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:15 pm
Tags: hope, pandemic, poem, poetry, rhyme, spring

What an unexpected gift

revealed by retreating snow:

crocuses planted so long ago

Finally bloom when w most need

symbols of hope.

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(True story. I planted a couple of dozen crocuses into the front lawn in the early 2000s when we first bought this house. The bloomed on their own for three or four years before they stopped – likely victims of hubby’s herbicide. Suddenly, after so many years, 2 popped up this year!)

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poem-falsifying March 10, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
Tags: apostrophe, assonance, consonance, metaphor, personification, poem, poetry, spring, winter

Oh false friend!

Yesterday, blue skies smiling sweetly,

warm sun embraces,

led to

short sleeves and picnic tables.

Today, an inch of new snow tops the table

and sky is full of malice,

tiny shards of ice,

stabbing the heart of spring.

Winter wins another round.

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poem- impatiently February 28, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:49 am
Tags: alliteration, assonance, consonance, imperfect rhyme, personification, poem, poetry, rhyme, spring, winter

If I refuse to wear my boots,

choose a light jacket instead of that coat,

keep my feet on gravel, ignore snow piles,

can I force winter to go?

Beguile spring with my wiles?

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poem-slowly coming February 26, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
Tags: alliteration, consonance, onomatopoeia, poem, poetry, snow, spring

Periwinkle sky

In the eaves trough tinkle the trickles

of melting snow.

Hope for spring

burst by tomorrow’s

forecast.

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poem- at last April 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:13 am
Tags: haibun, landscape, poem, poetry, Shuswap, spring

At last

you are shedding the neutral grey and white,

wrapping yourself in a green gown,

sparkling with iridescent dew

tumbling like velvet

into a glassy pool

still ice cold,

quivering on the brink.

Hear the promise:

morning chorus, finches singing

their hopeful hearts to spring.

#haibun (I hope!) for #NaPoWriMo Day 12

I’ve never tried a haibun before. I hope I’ve caught the sense of them.

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poem-when? April 1, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:14 pm
Tags: apostrophe, assonance, poem, poetry, rhyme, spring, winter

Oh winter!

Release your tenacious grip!

Quit dripping this mix

of snow and rain,

that piles up in my yard.

It’s making me insane!

It’s April now, and white

should be from blossoms,

not snow falls; this isn’t right!

Oh, winter, we’re through with you here;

go visit the Southern hemisphere!

NaPoWriMo 2018 #1

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poem- valley May 31, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:33 pm
Tags: assonance, attitude, blessing, consonance, poem, poetry, spring, Valley

Valley green like velvet in the morning light

waves rippling, sun twinkling;

sun stars captured on water,

dazzling.

Everywhere are lush reminders

of blessing

rising with the water,

over-flowing with the creeks,

sliding with the mud.

Blessings and curses.

It could be worse.

It could be worse

than being trapped in paradise.

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poem- yellow May 15, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:35 pm
Tags: allusion, assonance, consonance, fresh, green, leaves, new, poem, poetry, spring

The green gold glistens

in the spring light

waving languidly in the breeze

as if to greet friends

seen from a great distance.

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poem- boots March 22, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:51 pm
Tags: boots, Fluevog, logan, Miracles, poem, poetry, spring, winter

The boots are on.

Laced up tight.

Little Xs pulling things together

(Are those hugs or kisses?)

No matter.

When you’re giving winter the boot,

either

is a good message to wear.

Fluevog.com Miracles Logan boots from the “Narrative of the Grey Boot Quest” blog post.

https://shawnbird.com/2012/01/29/the-narrative-of-the-grey-boot-quest/

I always feel slightly super powered when I wear these boots, though I can’t wear them if I’m running late for work since it takes 4 minutes per boot to lace them up! 🙂

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poem- waiting February 3, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:16 pm
Tags: poem, poetry, snow, spring, weather, winter

The ground hog said spring was coming

but the snow falling outside my window

begs to differ.

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