(PAD #050) wonder light

where comesthis light where comeswithin the heartof darkened night like starsspread outacross the sky this lightshonefor you and I lightand dark for us to wonder why ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways? Subscribe to my monthly Newsletter here

(PAD #045) the season kissed

what shadeof greenwhat huewhiteis that the colour isthe sunthe light shining through grass highlighting a flowera waving leaf the blackis the shadowremainingof winter the blueis a promise that I Ican believe it is flowing abovearoundflowing right throughwhat is me I believe I feel the colourgreen blossom white I am the skyof season changekissingallof this day …

(PAD #044) transition (into popcorn)

there’s popcornon the golden plum spring is in the air sunshineis fallingacross the grass caressingnot burning thisis a threshold a time of change seasons blur on momentI’m inthe winter chill one momentI am holding my faceupinto a sunshine stream and popcornis dottingthe bare branchesof my golden plum ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about …

elm husks fleeing

the husks of spring are fleeing just ahead as the wind blows they’re trying madly to evade it to crash-land in a heap of their fellow hops in small seas that ripple beneath the blown breath of storm-before-summer of thunder-in-a-blast-of-hail of turbulent-black-that-falls- in-the-middle-of-the-day in the middle of the day husks flee the wind © Frank …

a movement of richness

everything is in motion I cannot focus on the leaves the branches sway grass is trembling a shiver of emotion carried by the breeze the light through young green reflects dark transparent shadows falling to the ground creeping to the progression of the sun and here am I my fingers dance I take my breath …

gone (like September)

the plum blossoms suddenly they’re gone and all I see is young green where did white go the oaks are small life and bud leaves the view I had through bare branches has begun to close and the cherry flowers are bursting here and there like popcorn they have waited out the frost and now …

snow blossom

snow caught on a clear blue day snow a flurry ascending snow that sings an air of Spring blossom not yet fallen © Frank Prem, 2017 September 2017 Poem #14: tba

a jonquil song

hey hey it’s jonquil day sing spring (sing spring) hey hey it’s jonquil day sing spring (sing spring) hey hey hey hey (hey hey hey hey) hey hey hey (hey hey hey) hey hey hey it’s jonquil day sing spring (sing spring) it's jonquil day (.onquil day) spring (...ing) © Frank Prem, 2017 August 2017 …

harbinger

the movement caught my eye a sudden motion repeated like a nervous twitch the clouds are a pure white against blue high up and distant this bright morning and in the flowering cherry a small fantail is ticking its tail neither a wagtail nor a scissors-grinder unless quite young but a new bird among the …

today the time

A Poem a Day in September #19 the cherry trees are swollen at the bud some daffodils have passed along the whisper it’s time to flower soon though the rain outside is still laced in sleet and the clouds brood as they tack to beat across a blustery sky that continues its dance with the …