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Spring speaks in poems~~


There's a flower blooming.

An unassuming plume of pink

As generous as a baby's grin

And just as captivating,

This is newborn spring!
RD~



The bees are bumbling.

Tumbling over blossoms,

They, too, are thirsty

For the first sweet sip of spring.
RD~

~~~~~
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

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Jo said…
What absolutely wonderful photographs! Isn't spring just the best!? Everything is so fresh.
April 27, 2009 at 10:42 PM
Janice Thomson said…
Oh! I love your poems Ruth. "...As generous as a baby's grin..." - what an awesome line and what an image it presents.
And this too: "...For the first sweet sip of spring."
It is so warm here; the grass is a lush green, the trees are leafing out and the cherry blossoms blooming; ooh-la-la!
Beautiful photos as always my friend.
April 28, 2009 at 12:30 AM
Pauline said…
Lovely lovely, both photos and poems - how apt is that Rilke quote!
April 28, 2009 at 6:34 AM
Anonymous said…
Beautiful photography and writing Ruth. Such delicate pinks and blues in your post. Don't you just love bees bumbling and tumbling? I know I do.
April 28, 2009 at 8:01 AM
Rohan said…
I subscribe to your blog and this post marks the first occasion that I've actually commented. Your enthusiasm for April is so infectious that I just couldn't help but recall the spring here in India as well, two months ago.
Its a dead summer here with temperatures rising to 113 F but spring always makes me wish it gets sunnier and sunnier.
April 28, 2009 at 10:57 AM
Unknown said…
Your poems and photos are as nice as spring itself! Beautiful, Ruth!
April 30, 2009 at 10:28 AM
Phyllis Hunt McGowan said…
It makes me wish Spring would last all year :)
April 30, 2009 at 3:11 PM
Anonymous said…
Ruth, first of all I must say: Nice to meet you! I'm Sandra, from Brazil. I'm also a teacher and I like writing, literature and poetry as well. I've been so impolite. I've been following your posts since I first put my eyes on your blog, but the truth is that I had never introduced myself. You're a very good writer, and we have a lot of things in common... I was a litte ashamed because I'm not confident about my English. But today when I saw your comment in my blog, I decided to face my shyness and here I am.
I hope we can share a friendship from now on. By the way, I don't write poems although I love them.I just can't, so I read them...
Thanks for your comment and forgive me my mistakes.

Sandra
May 31, 2009 at 7:53 PM
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