The freshness of spring bursts forth,
While grasses and leaves of green grow,
And buds turn into blossoming flowers.
Bees and birds take to the skies,
Filling our ears with hums and songs.
Welcoming is the renewal season,
Joy and fresh air fill our hearts and lungs.
Come now my dear and plant a gentle kiss
Upon blushing cheek touched by sun.
April 6th, 2022 – DRM
Shift your attentions away my dear
Even if it is only to something near
For in this life there is nothing to fear
But words like these are hard to hear.
Do not worry about the next month or year
It’s time to take care of what is right here.
For the past go ahead and shed that tear,
Then let your todays bring you cheer.
April 5, 2022 – DRM
Gasping, tremors, needing air.
Stumbling to the back,
Desperate for a drink of water.
Throat is dry like the desert as
quivering hands struggle,
The clear liquid sloshes in its bottle.
Finally a gulp goes down,
As sweat drips into eyes.
But relief is not found.
Light exercise, it’s not…
This is a form of torture!
April 4, 2022 – DRM
The tapping of the rain on the window pane
And the wind howling through the mighty oak
Teardrops stain the window’s glass
As tired eyes stare from an exhausted lass
Sleep comes as her lids finally close,
A blanket wrapped to keep her warm.
Finally sweet slumber settle in,
And her aging face wears a grin.
Drifting away from the day comes with ease
Now she may drift off to dream as she please.
April 2, 2022 – DRM
It’s that time of year to break out into song and recite poetry into the air to celebrate the renewal of the spring season!
That’s write folks…it’s time for NaPoWriMo… or national poetry writing month! For information on this month and to share your works with poets and poetesses alike, visit this site:
https://www.napowrimo.net/faq/
I will be participating again this year to flex these creative cells floating in my crazy brain and hope you enjoy the next 30 days of poetry!
Hope you join in too! Let’s hear the zany and insightful, the beautiful and the haunting! Cheers!
To see my poetry for the month, please visit the following page: https://dawnreneewrites.com/april-2022-a-month-of-poetry/
A battle of opposites begins.
Lightness floats all around, encircling the dark.
Darkness settles in, making its stand.
Trading places, the dark pushes back, lightness begins to fade.
The darkness is pierced by the light again.
A stab in darkness’s heart.
The dark pushes back, shattering the light.
A twinkling of light scatters.
The darkness runs toward the light, blocking it once more.
Eclipsing it’s rays and calling in reinforcements.
Darkness gathers again, backlit by the light.
Light streams through the cracks, surviving once more.
The cycle continues, taking up infinite space and time.
Without each other, neither could exist.
Nor could anything else.
Will they ever find their balance?
The hoot of an owl, off in the distance, calls out in the night.
The fresh spring leaves quiver in the gentle breeze,
As the cool air settles on the mountainside.
Nestled in our treehouse, high among the branches,
The forest sings our souls to sleep.
He slumbers all day, deep inside his tree.
As the sun sets, he opens his eyes to watch as people stroll by.
Most do not see him, and this makes him sad.
How can you just walk by without saying “Hi!” he wonders to himself.
But innocent children and creative minds will stop and smile.
When they do, he reveals himself in a most beautiful way.
A shudder of leaves and a joyful smile grows across his face, for he knows he is appreciated.
The sun has barely risen and the air is close.
With each step, my feet sink into the sand. Sweat drips off my brow.
The water quietly laps at the shore as a troop of pelican skim the surface of a shallow wave.
A small tern swiftly dives in and retreats with his breakfast.
I pause from my walk, inhaling the salty air and taking a sip of cold water.
Quiet early mornings are a wonderful way to start a day.
If only this was how every day could start.
The flickering flame dances across the fire.
The crackling sound of the wood fills my ears.
The embers float to the heavens,
Gently extinguished by the cool night air.
Mesmerized by the show in our campfire, the evening passes.
I lean back and look up into the night.
Stars upon stars shine in the black sky
With thousands of pin points of light.
Our world is so vast, it makes me feel small,
But full of wonder.
There is so much more than we can ever know.
Dawn Renee Writes 