Saturday, April 26, 2014

Spring in New Jersey, finally....






When the sun loves,
deeply, and with feeling,
it penetrates the barren
landscape and ignites
the spirit wanting to emerge –
in that instant, revealing
verdant fields
covered in flowers,
big and small,
growing toward the light…
broadcasting a symphony of colors.

Maria Morera Johnson

When the sun loves,
deeply, and with feeling,
it penetrates the barren
landscape and ignites
the spirit wanting to emerge –
in that instant, revealing
verdant fields
covered in flowers,
big and small,
growing toward the light…
broadcasting a symphony of colors.
Maria Morera Johnson
- See more at: http://catholiclane.com/poem-spring/#sthash.zvT1eQnA.dpuf

When the sun loves,
deeply, and with feeling,
it penetrates the barren
landscape and ignites
the spirit wanting to emerge –
in that instant, revealing
verdant fields
covered in flowers,
big and small,
growing toward the light…
broadcasting a symphony of colors.
Maria Morera Johnson
- See more at: http://catholiclane.com/poem-spring/#sthash.zvT1eQnA.dpuf
The April winds are magical
And thrill our tuneful frames;
The garden walks are passional
To bachelors and dames.
The hedge is gemmed with diamonds,
The air with Cupids full,
The cobweb clues of Rosamond
Guide lovers to the pool.
Each dimple in the water,
Each leaf that shades the rock
Can cozen, pique and flatter,
Can parley and provoke.
Goodfellow, Puck and goblins,
Know more than any book.
Down with your doleful problems,
And court the sunny brook.
The south-winds are quick-witted,
The schools are sad and slow,
The masters quite omitted
The lore we care to know.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/e/april.html#KVR2ZqSFMemQp9yf.99
The April winds are magical
And thrill our tuneful frames;
The garden walks are passional
To bachelors and dames.
The hedge is gemmed with diamonds,
The air with Cupids full,
The cobweb clues of Rosamond
Guide lovers to the pool.
Each dimple in the water,
Each leaf that shades the rock
Can cozen, pique and flatter,
Can parley and provoke.
Goodfellow, Puck and goblins,
Know more than any book.
Down with your doleful problems,
And court the sunny brook.
The south-winds are quick-witted,
The schools are sad and slow,
The masters quite omitted
The lore we care to know.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/e/april.html#KVR2ZqSFMemQp9yf.99

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