Something That Returns – Day 30 of April PAD

Another day comes
as the sun returns to shine
all seasons alike.

© 2020, forestlove

Season change

Theme Thursday, March 15 – Season

It’s a sentence in a prison – every season.
Locked inside it you will find
weather, climate, temperatures that drop or rise.

Once it’s over,
with a feeling of relief,
simply step on forward
to the next dream of release. 

Seasons change
and then again
You rearrange
your dress and habits
to suit the outside
with its measures
and bring about
all-seasons pleasure.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Image courtesy: Theme Thursday, March 15 post

Spring – American haiku

Haiku heights #108 – Spring

the sun sprang
from behind the dark
light is on

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Image from: The Desktop Fun


Seasons after Writer’s Island:


Spring was late
As was summer last year
Or, did it happen at all?

Wind and rain is all I remember
Life itself seemed to postpone
its glamour and quiet,
its peace and caresses
Until all we know
is snowfall.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

Daffodils, by W. Wordsworth

In a beautiful day, here is something to match the mood. Remember the Lake Poets?




by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a boy:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company;
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.