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NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 7

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I know I already did a Spring poem, but it is my favourite season, and I am at work trying to squeeze today’s poem in between actual work stuff. So another poem about spring. Also, it is raining today and I’m not normally a fan, but by looking at it as a process of renewal, I am much more tolerant of being cold and wet.


Come Celebrate


Come celebrate the rising sun,
Now greet this brand new day.
There is breeze goes sighing by.
To bring spring scents your way.


Come celebrate the low grey clouds,
The rain where you now stand.
To wash away the winter’s dross,
Reveal greener land.


Come celebrate all growing things,
It is that time of year.
When life returns to root and bloom,
Replacing winter drear.


Come celebrate the evening chill,
The blaze is large and hot.
Come celebrate the spring with me,
Give thanks for all we’ve got.


Come celebrate this life we share,
How blessed we truly are.
Let spring renew the souls in us,
For we have come so far.


Come celebrate, come celebrate,
This greatest time of year.
It’s spring I love and always have,
Come celebrate my dear.


Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 19

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It’s Easter. For a lot of people, myself included, that means a long weekend. As often happens, it’s raining. Here in the capital of Canada, that is often the case. It’s spring and spring means rain. I don’t mind much because it’s actually my favourite time of the year.

WELCOME SPRING

I look outside at overcast,

And steady, falling rain.

And stop and think, it’s not so bad,

‘Cause spring is here again.

If April showers bring May flowers,

Then they should be here soon.

The beauty only grow each day,

Right through the end of June.

Then summer’s here with hotter days,

It is a different thing.

Of all the seasons of the year,

My favourite one is spring.

To watch the world wake up once more,

From it’s long winter sleep.

Watch barren trees begin to green,

As sap does upward creep.

Returning birds with joyous sound,

Greet every new days dawn.

And every day new wonders brings,

As spring comes slowly on.

So keep the summer’s blist’ring heat,

The autumn’s winding down.

And blinding sun on winter’s snow,

Just makes me squint and frown.

No give me spring, new life, rebirth,

Now babies, blooms and bees.

My heart is filled with joy each year,

When spring it finally sees.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Thirty-Four

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I’m sitting here watching the steady rain outside my window.  Everyone I see says things like… “I wish this rain would stop.”, or “Days like this are so depressing.”  I got thinking about it and wrote this in response.

Enjoy!

Comes The Queen of Summer

I woke up to the rain again,
Some days I miss the sun.
But this is spring and all this rain,
Means that the winter’s done.

The birds are back their happy songs,
Fill up the sodden air.
And as they flit between the drops,
Songs say they just don’t care.

Soon leaves appear and flowers bloom,
Each day grows warmer still.
Right now it’s raining but I don’t
Believe it always will.

So as you look out at the rain,
Try not to be depressed.
For rain now means the Summer Queen,
Will look her very best.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day One

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So it’s April again and that means National Poetry Writing Month. Once again, I take up the challenge of writing one poem every day for thirty days…. Day One….

FROZEN DREAMS

The late snows melt then freeze again,
They slowly melt away.
A patch of green revealed now,
Gets larger every day.

Our bulky coats are packed away,
Light jackets will suffice.
As browns and greens we start to see,
Instead of snow and ice.

Outside we stroll and take our time,
Instead of rushing in.
We bask in rising vernal warmth,
Sure winter cannot win.

Now feel the sun upon your face,
Now hear the first birds sing.
Now hear the forecast call for snow,
To crush your dreams of spring.

Cheer, Winston