spring

Mayflies Arise by Ima Ryma

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Mayflies Arise
By Ima Ryma
Artist Nicholas Hely Hutchinson


Millions arise from waters where
Born in the way of nature’s plan,
The mass moves upward in the air,
Together search in swirling span
Of light be natural or not,
Drawn to the source instinctively,
In totalness of what be sought.
Whatever reason such might be,
The sound and sight of all awing
Is sensed by any passerby,
Pausing to ponder such a thing,
That briefly lives and then will die.


The swarm of mayflies fly as may,
The lives do last but just one day.

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Now is the Month of Maying

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Now Is the Month Of Maying
by Thomas Morley.
Artist bijde_hansje


Now is the month of maying,
When merry lads are playing, fa la,
Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass. Fa la.


The Spring, clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at Winter’s sadness, fa la,
And to the bagpipe’s sound
The nymphs tread out their ground. Fa la.


Fie then! why sit we musing,
Youth’s sweet delight refusing? Fala.
Say, dainty nymphs, and speak
Shall we play at barley-break? Fa la.

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The Common Robin

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The Common Robin.
Poetry by Laurel Trautwein
Artist Debbie Clark


The robin has returned
with her song
and I do not ask her
of her winter whereabouts
nor tell her how much I’ve missed
the open windows
and the outdoor melodies
that float inside
landing within me
as lightly and longed for as feathers


such whistles and trills
become the music
that brings the rains and
summons the hosta shoots
now shouldering through soil
I cannot budge with a shovel


come July
I will not forget
this novelty
I will not take for granted
this common bird
who is telling me every day
you do not have to be extraordinary
to sing


but to sometimes
forget the world
and remember the earth


to create
something out of nothing
with your singular voice
and so
to dance with the gods
just because…


we are alive
and that is exceptional reason enough

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Spring Magic!

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Artist Molly Brett

Spring Magic!
By Donna L. Ferguson Dudley
copyright 2015

From the secret glades, they’re coming,
(Faery’s Fae, folk of all kinds)!
While, the creatures of the woodland
splay their happy tunes in time!
Elves and Sprites, now, all together
run and tumble down the hills,
while the Faeries, (graceful dancers)
pirouette through daffodils!
Some are flying while they frolic,
scattering their magic dust,
as they welcome Spring’s emergence.
For, their offerings are a must!
Happy, happy, all together,
flowers brighten first to last.
And the grass grows ever greener,
as the magic troupers pass!

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