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Wet Power The late Spring rain, massages fertile soil, encourages blades of grass, stimulates flower blossoms, overflows wellsprings. The late Spring rain, wafts soils' scent, releases grass' aldehyde, arouses flowers' nectar, radiates Spring's smells. The late Spring rain, reminds of other Springs, recalls love's youth, opens memory's vault, redounds heart's Spring. The late Spring rain, caresses life's length, touches tender spots, presses pleasure's thoughts, pulses heart's heaven. The late Spring rain, returns me to you, recollects your ideal, respire's your essence, rewards oneness with you. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Богдан Тригубец (Собственная робота CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

New Spring spring and its glory, glorious spring, shoots and blossoms, full flowers ring springness of spring, a robin harbinger, spring's melody, red-breasted singer grassness of grass and rainness of rain, joining together, senses' domain greenness of grass and wetness of rain, adds to the pleasure, senses' refrain flower's sweet nectar, hummingbird's king black-gold bumblebees, buzz's loud zing spring and its story, marking each day, spring takes advantage each of sun's rays © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  LoggaWiggler via cc pixabay

Lilium candidum A flower.  A flower.  A flower.  A bee.  A flower.  Sunshine.  Rain.  Wind.  A seed. A seed.  A fall.  Soil.  Sunshine.  Rain.  A shoot.  A stem. A stem.  A bud.  Sunshine.  Rain.  Buds. Blossoms.  A flower.  A flower. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by: Stan Shebs

Spring Robins Spring... Spring pleases, snow stops. Spring teases, crocus pops. Spring sneezes, flower tops. Spring eases, growing crops. Spring brings, warm sun. Spring rings, Easter fun. Spring sings, robin's son. Spring flings rainbow's run. Spring sends, rain shower. Spring blends, flower bower. Spring bends, will power. Spring ends, Winter's power. Spring toes, rain boots. Spring grows, green shoots. Spring shows, summer's fruits. Spring throws, love salutes. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By franthony

Nature's awakening The Spring sun shone silently. Nature roared to life. Robins and sparrows burst into a  cacophony of chirps and whistles. Tress and grasses greened and grew, crackling, in the woods. Flowers, budded and burst brilliantly; the yellows, the reds, the blues and all the shining, shimmering dew filled buds brimmed, beautifully. And I whistled a morning tune as basked in  Nature's awakening. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ If you enjoyed this poem, please find more of my writing  here.

simply shared  shadows silhouetted moonbeams meld sunlight lasers shadows held frozen tree limbs winter grips frosted blossoms ice-storm strips rain-cloud bursts springtime flowers budding thirsts warmest showers heatwave heaven green grass blades ripened harvest sought for shades simple pleasures simply shared happy moments lover cared © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image by:  By Bobanny (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Love Allergy When Spring-time sends love so dear, sneezes and wheezes, spoil the time of year. When Cupid's love arrow, flings and flies, it sends me itchy, scratchy eyes. When Romance, fills the air, my eyes swell and I shed a tear. When Love Songs begin to play, coughing, coughing comes to stay. When Love Poems sing and rhyme, breaths come slow, breaths out of time. When love triangles abound, I nearly pass out, fall to the ground. When reading love stories that are the rage, my fingers get numb, I can’t turn the page. Love causes these reactions, you see, because I have the dreaded, Love Allergy. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Image By kodomut via flickr I have to say this post was inspired by the dear and inspiring +Adrianna Joleigh If you've ever read any of her posts, you will find the wittiest, talented, and sweetest G plussers commenting. The consensus was that it is better to have a Love Allergy than to be immune to love. If y...

Spring cloudburst meeting a cloudburst between trails’ ends: drenched! end flower burst meeting a flower burst between trails' paths, pollen-ized! end Summer squishing summer feet squishing green morning grass. end alit a light alit my life a beam, a bright beacon beckoned, a shining, shimmering star, a sun, shower, streaming. end Fall old bones A pile of dead trees; Decaying, white and brittle like a pile of old bones. end old shade A pile of dead leaves; Decaying, crisp, dried a mocking pile of summer's shade. end Winter freezing December, freezing the gray trail of a tall, billowing, smokestack. end icing trees, leaves, branches, covered, frosted, a white layer of icing. end © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long If you enjoyed these poems, find others like it here.