FALLING FRAGRANCE
Released,
petals flutter
from the peach tree blossoms,
forming a fragrant pink blanket
below.
2/29/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Posted in Cinquain, Nature, tagged blossoms, fragrance, petals on Tuesday,November 3, 2009| Leave a Comment »
FALLING FRAGRANCE
Released,
petals flutter
from the peach tree blossoms,
forming a fragrant pink blanket
below.
2/29/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Posted in Cinquain, Nature, Poetry, tagged blanket, blossoms, fall, fragrance, peach, petals on Tuesday,October 27, 2009| 1 Comment »
FALLING FRAGRANCE
Released,
petals flutter
from the peach tree blossoms,
forming a fragrant pink blanket
below.
2/29/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Posted in Cinquain, Nature, Poetry, tagged blanket, blosoms, fragrance, peach, petals, pink, tree on Monday,October 26, 2009| Leave a Comment »
FALLING FRAGRANCE
Released,
petals flutter
from the peach tree blossoms,
forming a fragrant pink blanket
below.
2/29/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Posted in ecology, Nature, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged April, color, Crocus, Daffodils, fragrance, Iris, May, promise, rains, spring, vernal on Wednesday,April 29, 2009| 2 Comments »
THE YEAR’S AWAKENING
It’s a time of vernal promise
A time we all will share
Nature’s presenting her Spring Show
To be seen just everywhere
As trees awaken from slumber
From a winter much too cold
The last tenacious leaves of fall
Release their desperate hold
In the wake of April’s cool tears
Comes May with her golden smile
The air is filled with fragrance
As trees blossom forth in style
There’s new emerald carpeting
Replacing what winter browned
Crocus, iris, and daffodils
Poke heads from pungent ground
Vast panoramas of color
Are the hills, valleys and plains
The rivers and lakes overflow
Swollen by heavy spring rains
Tulips reach for the sun’s warm kiss
Stretching their long green necks
Busily building nurseries
Are wee feathered architects
Spring holds promise for each of us
With summer so close at hand
The sun, warm rain, and gentle breeze
Now awaken the land
1/29/88 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in Animals, ecology, Nature, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged birds, chipmunks, flowers, fragrance, hummingbirds, leaves, rabbits, seeds, squirrels on Monday,February 23, 2009| Leave a Comment »
SENSING BEAUTY
As morning shows her golden face
After late evening showers
I watch the busy hummingbirds
Dining on my flowers
Squirrels are eating sunflower seeds
I scattered on the lawn
But take time out to play a bit
Then, up a tree and gone
Two lively sibling rabbits
Enjoy a game of chase
The squirrels are back, and two join in
Challenging a race
Chipmunks share the scattered seed
And hurry underground
Then come right back for more of same
And pouch each seed that’s found
The birds are singing melodies
Led by a mockingbird
His concert is magnificent
A treat that must be heard
Leafy trees cast patterned lace
That filigrees my lawn
They offer birds construction sites
Until the season’s gone
Flowering bushes here and there
Join fragrant garden blooms
And kiss the air with heady scents
As nature’s own perfume
I’m blessed to sense such beauty
And such tranquility
I can’t think of another place
That I would rather be
5/27/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Posted in ecology, Nature, Poetry, tagged apples, colors, fall, fragrance, freeze, leaves, pumpkins, rhyming on Tuesday,October 21, 2008| Leave a Comment »
Fall imprints on our memory
This lazy time of year
For she touches all our senses
As she paints the landscape here
A teasing breeze spanks the leaves
So they’ll release their hold
Their flaming autumn colors
Foretelling winter’s cold
That wafting fragrance that I smell
Comes from my apple trees
Where carmine jewels are holding tight
Before a winter’s freeze
Sampling one’s sweet succulence
I bite into the skin
The savory flesh delights my mouth
And juice runs down my chin
Tepeed corn stands in fields
With pumpkins at their feet
And gourds with autumn’s color schemes
Edge rows of late fall wheat
There’s milkweed silk and cattail down
That feel so smooth and soft
There’s pungent smell of new-mown hay
Piled high in my barn loft
And waving weary wingtips
Geese are flying north
Squirrels are burying hickory nuts
While darting back and forth
Autumn parades her opulence
For everyone to see
Touching the senses we possess
And mesmerizing me
5/28/96 – Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck