Poetry Picnic Week 22: Spring, Colors, Trees, and New Lives

Greetings From Gooseberry Garden!
Hey! It's me, Kay Salady! It's my pleasure to welcome everyone to another week of poetry here at Jingle Poetry's Gooseberry Garden.  This week's topics include one of my favorite things in the whole world and that's trees!  Without trees, we wouldn't be here.  When we think of trees, we often think of spring, and when we think of spring, we think of colors and new beginnings or new lives.  Wow, see how all that just kind of flows together?  I'm certain you could write a piece utilizing all of the prompts shown here.  We're certainly looking forward to reading your poems. So, get a cup of inspiration and sip it slowly, take a deep breath, ready, set, write!

A New Baby Was Born by Snowflakes

A new baby was born

Full of freshness and light

Promising future to be held

Everything shall be alright

Remaining a curious mind

In his pilgrimage

By the blessings of angel's heart

Humble and daring

He is to blaze the trail

In the honor of God

Grow strong and tall

No need to wonder how

Simply live to give love to all

Name him Wink

Make him think

Lots of giggling

And wiggling

Enjoy the magical moments be nice

As love is the forever theme for human device

I Will Paint You a Rainbow by ~L

If your rainbow becomes lost

I shall paint one for you in the sky

I will pull out my ladder

Use a magical brush

Paint you your hope

And bring to you love so lush

When skies are gray

And your moments are sad

I will passionately pray

For a promise to be made

You told me yesterday

"I'm your hope mommy"

And today I tell you,

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear how much I love you

Please don't take my rainbow away

There will be days when you too

Will feel your rainbow has disappeared

I will be there through and through

To be your artist in the sky

To give 'my reason' a hopeful view

Joy 2 The Beginning of Spring by Summer Rain

Joy to the beginning of spring

As I see earthin pure green

Joy to college freshman's spring fling

Where refreshed energy erupts in human

Birds wake up early to let out their happy cry

Church bells give their merriest ring

Emotions in baseball fields run sky high

Home runner is treated like a sport king

Spring and love are inseparable

Life without spring is intolerable

Spring fills hearts with infinite joys

As you and I feel as young as little girls and boys

She, A Tender Bud by Kay Salady

She a silent tender bud

Waited for the rains to flood

High above her peaceful sleep

One with roots so very deep

In the still of Earth's dark sod

Rested in the hands of God

A clap of thunder split the sky

Ere she turned and with a sigh

Gathered rain to drench her bed

The lovely tresses on her head

Floated within a moss cocoon

As her limbs reached for the moon

She reached far past her dark confines

Through the soil with shooting vines

That sprouted leaves of brightest green

With tiny flowers of tangerine

That burst with scent to reach the sun

Then folded wings when day was done

As if to pray when moon was full

To thank the Lord of Beautiful

For all she was and all she'd seen

For all she'd do and all she'd been

And as she bowed her head to sleep

She dug her roots in very deep

Then came the winds from hands of time

That blew her arms from her confines

And sent the seeds from tangerines

Beyond the trees far past the streams

And then a great and mighty flood

Washed away the tender bud

The snow of winter froze the earth

As tiny flowers await rebirth

Beneath the sod they lie in moss

So silently they weep the loss

Of one who bore them all

She who took the fall

A clap of thunder split the sky

As far beneath the soil they try

To gather rain within confines

Deep within the mossy mines

Of sleeping flowers who will bestow

Her sweet perfume before they go

Methods of Submissions:

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Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, at 2pm, and will stay open until Wednesday, 8pm, 78 hours for you to share your talent with us!

Theme for next week?

Week 23 theme will be:  Visit the New York Times online, find any headline of the day that interests you and write a poem or prose starting with the headline or with the headline as your poem title, have fun! http://www.nytimes.com/

Keep up the excellence.

Hope to see you share then!