Down Where The Forsythia Blooms

Quatrain

Down where the Forsythia blooms

Birds of Spring sing a tune

Each species calls to its mate

Come to me and corpulate

 

Soon baby birds will give a chirp

Begging for the abundance of newborn bugs

As the jet streaks across the sky

Birds fly across the woods close by

 

In the window boxes on the porch

French Tarragon leaves do sport

Six or seven inches high offerings

For some meat pie seasonings

 

The pear is full of tiny blooms

Leaves newly sprouting ot springs tune

On the horizon in the rising mist

Pale pink color of spring's newest dress

 

Roosters are crowing loud and long

Attracting a mate to rear some young

It is still cold and getting colder

Indoors calls my name bolder

Author's Note

I write out on the porch some to get a few minutes of aloneness...I have some major stressors in my life and this writing helps..

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I lived in house with forsythia... how like fire in the spring... Even as we approach autumn here, this spring poem warms the heart.. I can see the world coming to life again.

[Phibby Venable]

no, stay outside! This is an excellent piece of work..I would point out
a line or two, if I wasn't so captivated by them all! wonderful.