A little bit of sun can really lift the spirits. And to celebrate her appearance today, here’s a Spring tanka. Tanka is a style of poetry similar to Haiku but based over 5 lines with syllable counts of 5,7,5,7,7. Why not have a go at writing one and share it with me.
I sail away across the plain
From daydreams pleasant shores
On boat of blossom in the breeze
O’re fields of green decor
Midst heavens kiss upon the earth
In rolls of clear blue sky
And all is pure tranquility
Such peace and calm the prize
I drift into another realm
Where memories float too
My present vision; bright and clear
As each one comes in view
And cross my face a smile spreads out
For joy such as this is
Has grace bestowed so endlessly
Unbounded happiness.
I see a bird upon the wing
A swallow and a lark
And glance a pheasant strut on by
In the distance – a dog barks
I spot the hawthorn burst it’s bud
A yellow daffodil
Trumpet in silence on the verge
Announcing the spring bill
And though soon I must go back to
The realms of reality
I take this moment, lap it up
Refresh that inner me
For there is nothing greater than
The chance to sit; admire
Nature at her fresh very best
And feel so much inspired
Cherry blossom heralding
Spring is on her way
With garlands of flowers decking the boughs
In Nature’s own display
With such delicate petals
Amassing a splendid sight
The bride to summer’s beckoning
In gown of pink and white
In a field somewhere
Beneath the azure sky
Where a spring breeze whispers
On a chilled tip of tongue
With occasional drops of liquid ice
Mad dogs and Englishmen picnic
Shivering on fold away chairs
Because in that place called somewhere
The sun has dared to show her face
In an illusion of summer
Offering a mirage of warmer days
And the conviction that
One must make hay while the sun shines
Picnic (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A new day is breaking
Spring is in the air
The grass now needs a mow
The borders need a-planting and
The beds required a hoe
The fences must be painted
The hedges need a trim
So chances of relaxing now
Are looking rather slim
And suddenly car washing
Becomes the thing to do
Though heed the call of a Pimms cup
That’s waiting there for you
For when the jobs are dusted
All finished up and done
It is the time to put feet up
And enjoy the springtime fun!
English: Springtime (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
She’s waited all winter
Laid still in the cold
So patiently held back
With all things on hold
She’s bided her time
But soon she’ll be here
With warm sunny days
Tidings of good cheer
As spring in her glory
Bursts forth into bloom
With bright yellow daffodils
Dispelling the gloom
And with lambs in the meadows
Frolicking anew
Comes the season of hope
And all things brand new
Akin to a bride
She’ll arrive splendidly
In a garment of green shoots
And a trail of beauty
Hidden by winter’s grasp
Stowed away under the ground
Soon Spring will break through
Past shenanigan’s tomfoolery
On first official day
What lies beneath the name that gives
April its swing and sway
Perhaps a link to Spring and such
As blossom opens up
The time when all wake up to drink
From aperio cup
Or maybe April links to more
Celestial godly ways
Aphrilis from Aphrodite
To pave more loving days
Yet furthermore from Saxon times
The Oster month could be
A time to feast and celebrate
New life; fertility
But lest the roots of April’s name
This month will hail in May
A month where season lifts her head
With summer on display
Spring Lamb, Storeton, Wirral. (Photo credit: menu4340)
What leads the eye as life slowly appears?
Through misted dawn the sun beams forth her rays
What sights behold the oracle so clear?
As morn dispels the night, awakens day
And sound rings true through fragrant fresh new air
As peel of bells echo across the dale
And resonance vibrates in ear so fair
The choir of birds sing out behind the veil
But wait the skein of geese fly out of sight
And caw of crow breaks coarse save feel deaths sting
As winter bit and bid a last goodnight
The summer heat to soon burn out the spring
Still cowslip, bluebell and the first cuckoo
Emerge afresh; the verdant earth renew
Did you know that today (23rd April) would have been Shakespeare’s 450th birthday? He surely was the master of all sonnets – having attempted this my first sonnet, what it would be to be able to write as prolifically as the famous bard.
Hatchlands Park (Photo credit: Mabacam)
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