Old Things New

Villanelle

For growth in Christ, this must ensue:
A metamorphosis within,
That all things old may be made new.

Avenue: Haiku

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Lush Blossoms of Light

Liberated from deep sleep

Avenue of Life

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Nestle – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Nature Breathing Soft

Nestle into long Slumber

Renewal Begins

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Renewal in Spring

 

 

 

In spring, it’s such a splendid thing

when bud or rosette

along branch-let – stem

form flora’s – leaves.

Stillness

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Like the Breathless Calm that rests it Gentle head upon the bosom of the sea

And Sighs in Quietness,

So too does my Spirit Pause,

Purest Paradise

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Whispering Memory of All you Are

Speaking from the realms of Lavish Time,

Suspirations of forgotten Truth

Spring Rain …. Nove Otto (Modified)- March 30, 2016

The birds tell me that this is spring,
With all the warmth this season brings,

In A Sigh

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The Warm Blush of Light

Kisses my forehead,

Sings in my Spirit

The Birth of Spring

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The Silver Light of Winter
Has Spread her Arms and Laid Her head
Upon the mantle of the Frozen earth
To Kiss the Birth of Spring Instead.

Echo’s Song

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Echo

Whisper

Light

Falling

Small Wonder

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Small Wonder of Spring

Renewal

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Serenade of Spring

Shrine of Memory

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Shrine of Vast Memory

Admit my Wandering Dreams

Life Breathing

Life Breathed through your Shade

Long Night

Long Night of Winter

The Childing Year

New Years Eve comes Once a Year,
Offering Laughter, Renewal, Good Cheer;

Rebirth

 

Diligence Springing

~ Spring Rites~ Haiku

Mourning doves cooing

Robins, finches fluttering

Mating call cadence

O’Prunty

3/9/15

Memories Evoked

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I look out over the valley
To the mountains
And row
Upon row
Upon row
Upon row
Of prickly needled pines

~ Resurrected

~ Resurrected  

A spark of star shine

Illuminated;

A heart no longer confined

In darkness’ depth

But resurrected with a brilliance

To rival sun beams streaming;

Recharge

 

When I get lacklustre
And my mind begins to slow
A recharging of the batteries
Renews ‘get up and go’

With this I share affinity
with my mobile and my Mac
For when they drop to ten per cent
It is energy they lack

Silver Spring

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Drip drip, the snow is loosing it’s grip and Winter Wonder is  looking tired. She has been dragging her skirts through the fields and turning then to slush it really is becoming bothersome to her as she does so hate to rush.

But who is this peeking through the cracks in the clouds, hiding in the buds of flowers and calling to Wonder but not too look

It is her little sister the youngest of them all, most delicate and gentle soul,  Silver Spring the song birds all do her call.She is the light touch of a gentle breeze that  gently rustles through your hair. She runs her fingers along the branches and makes the snow to thaw then dances on our roofs and paths so it disappears some more.

She is dancing up and down the flower beds  and whispering to the buds, “Come on my little lovelys   it is time to raise your heads! Waking up the squirrels and every animal that hibernates, hurry hurry she gently coos I have filled your breakfast plates.

The Storm

the storm was one that didn’t compare

renewal of life , it  was everywhere

the flowers are standing so very tall

just like a play , a repeated  curtain call

the air being fresh , smelling so sweet

grass turning green , our eyes it does greet

everything washed , looking so new

an early spring morning , covered with dew

we walk hand in hand , listening to sounds

this love is renewed , we also have found