The Sun by Sara Dickson

by Admin | Apr 28, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

Blaze, sun, blaze you fire streak,
Above horizon ashen sneak,
Specked with brilliant heat from molten core,
Ball of flames such orange pumpkin,
Burning object, many lore.

A gleeful creature shed rays of light,
Bring swift end to blanket night,
Lava white pinpricks vanish far,
Seen not 'till the moon prevails,
And sky so soft is dipped in tar.

She with fame a myth ruled over day,
Angel pure free from decay,
Deity honored with many precious gift,
Bow down to her majesty,
Sacrificed poor lamb so swift.

But she, a terrible being slaughter,
Stole away liquid, took the water,
Dried the life, said died of thirst,
Wrinkled hopeless fruit from limb,
Not only blessing, 'tis the worst.

Sara Dickson

Spring

by Admin | Mar 26, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

Spring

By Elfriede Jelinek

Translated By Michael Hofmann

april breath

of boyish red

the tongue crushes

strawberry dreams

hack away wound

and wound the fountain

and on the mouth

perspiration white

from someone's neck

a little tooth

has bit the finger

of the bride the

tabby yellow and sere

howls

the red boy

from the gable flies

an animal hearkens

in his white throat

his juice runs down

pigeon thighs

a pale sweet spike

still sticks

in woman white

lard

an april breath

of boyish red

The Spring

by Admin | Mar 26, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

The Spring

By Thomas Carew

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost

Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost

Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream

Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;

But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,

And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth

To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree

The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.

Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring

In triumph to the world the youthful Spring.

The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array

Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.

Now all things smile, only my love doth lour;

Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power

To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold

Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.

The ox, which lately did for shelter fly

Into the stall, doth now securely lie

In open fields; and love no more is made

By the fireside, but in the cooler shade

Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep

Under a sycamore, and all things keep

Time with the season; only she doth carry

June in her eyes, in her heart January.

At the Equinox

by Admin | Mar 25, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

At the Equinox

By Arthur Sze

The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars.

I have no theory of radiance,

but after rain evaporates

off pine needles, the needles glisten.

In the courtyard, we spot the rising shell of a moon,

and, at the equinox, bathe in its gleam.

Using all the tides of starlight,

we find

vicissitude is our charm.

On the mud flats off Homer,

I catch the tremor when waves start to slide back in;

and, from Roanoke, you carry

the leafing jade smoke of willows.

Looping out into the world, we thread

and return. The lapping waves

cover an expanse of mussels clustered on rocks;

and, giving shape to what is unspoken,

forsythia buds and blooms in our arms.

A Prayer In Spring

by Admin | Dec 12, 2025 | Poems, Robert Frost, Spring Poems

A Prayer In Spring Poem by Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

Robert Frost