Time passes so quickly
While you are away
The cold of Winter will soon be gone
The sweet beauty of Spring beckons
When the days will come alive
With the warmth of sunshine
And songs of birds
New buds will blossom
And colour the meadows
Their fragrant flowers scenting the air
Small insects will flit from flower to flower
Skimming over ponds and brooks
Leaving little ripples on the surface
Their gossamer wings shimmering
Like jewels in the sunshine
The soft breeze will stir the wild grasses
Carrying their soothing song near and afar
The trees will be newly leaved
In anticipation of Summer
And Summer will follow soon after
Another season will pass too soon.
Where are you dear one?
It seems too long
Since I have read your words
There is an emptiness in my seasons
Without your presence here...
Prose - Dianne Dawes...♥
Spring Meadow photograph by Nic Cairns
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41 comments:
Amiga poeta,esa poesia és un canto a la vida
Un fuerte abrazo
Indeed, time passes and waits for no one. A wonderful piece, thanks for sharing!
Comme chaque fois, tu sais nous toucher avec tes mots qui composent cette poésie.
Bises
Hello dear Dianne, thank you for these beautiful words.
I wish you all the best
Hug Crissi
You do paint a pretty spring picture with words, dianne :)
Wishing you continued improvement on your health!
I'm sure he'll be back ..
xo
foam
Juan mi querido amigo, gracias por sus amables palabras y alabanza de mi poema.
abrazo
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you dear Blogoratti for your kind words...true, time waits for no one.
xoxoxo ♡
Merci cher Anne-marie pour votre paroles aimables et encourageants.
baisers
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you dear Crissi for your beautiful words and your best wishes.
Big hugs, Dianne
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you dear Foamy for your sweet words, I do try to paint nature as I see and feel it with my words.
Thank you, I am feeling a little better, some sleep has helped.
I hope he returns but I am never sure if he even visits and reads the poems which I write for him, I'm sure I am not that important to him...at least I hope others enjoy my words.
Take care lil Sweet Pea!
xoxoxo ♡
Beautiful verses, Dianne for this time full of colors and flowers!!
Besos.
Beautiful words Thank you :-)
Beautiful words Thank you :-)
Une belle photo qui exprime toute la légèreté de l'été!
Heartfelt as always, Dianne.
Thank you dear Laura for your kind words. Yes, some beautiful flowers and colours for Springtime.
Besos
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you dear Art for your kind words.
hugs
xoxoxo ♡
Cher chc photographie , je vous remercie pour vos aimables paroles.
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you dear Yannis for your lovely words, they flow like waves of poetry.
Warm greetings
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you dear Cosmo for your lovely words.
xoxoxo ♡
Amiga poeta,estamos inverso en una sociedad de consumo,y todo aquello que no nos interesa lo desechamos
Un fuerte abrazo
Great blog you have Dianne!...
I love every bit of it... painting and photography... two things that I like a lot, too... if you want to know us... we are on artandkits.blogspot.com
We would love your visit...
All the best!
Ana
Juan querido amigo, sí vivimos en una sociedad de consumo, sino que descartar demasiado, en lugar de encontrar otro uso o dar a la caridad.
Un fuerte abrazo
xoxoxo ♡
Dear Ana thank you for your visit and your kind words.
All the best to you too.
xoxoxo ♡
Escribir poesia és intentar dar todo aquello que se guarda muy dentro
Un fuerte abrazo
moving words Dianne, and the time flies away day after day, season after season and nobody can stop it ! enjoy the life
we have only one !
Hello Dianne!
I'm a portuguese woman and I found your commentary at the Yannis' blog.
You live in Austrália, as I saw in your profile.
I don't know how to speak english very weel, but I undrestood + or - what you have writen.
Pour moi, c' est plus facile écrire en français et j'ai déjà vu aux commentaires k tu domines cet idiome.
Mon amie, ton poème est magnifique. Il parle d' un amour k est loin de toi et k tu désires, si fort.
Une autre saison viendra, soon, et toi sans lui, une autre fois.
Bisous, chérie!
PS: mon blog a traducteur. Merci!
Gracias, querido Juan , mis poemas se escriben expresiones de mis pensamientos y sentimientos cuando no puedo hablar directamente en persona.
Un fuerte abrazo
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you dear Marty for your lovely words. Yes, dear friend we only get one life and I try to live mine as happily and productively as my circumstances will allow.
bisous
xoxoxo ♡
Cher CÉU, je vous remercie De Vos aimables paroles, je suis heureux Tellement Que VOUS AVEZ apprecié mon poème.
IL me manque un ami Sie Visite Ici et IL N'a Pas Ete ici pendentif Un Certain Temps.
Mon français et espagnol sont limitées donc je utiliser le traducteur pour les deux langues.
Bisous,chérie!
xoxoxo ♡
Hello, dear Dianne!
Thanks for your visit and agreable commentary.
I see. You use the traductor for writing the two languages.
It's not perfect, but your friends of Spain
and France willl understand you better.
Then, I'll write in English.
Have a good day, my dear friend!
Kisses.
A beautiful poem about spring and longing for her lover. Regards.
Merci cher CÉU le traducteur ne sont pas exactes, je l'espère mes amis français et espagnols vont comprendre mes paroles et mes commentaires.
Bon weekend!
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you dear Giga for your kind words. Sadly there is no lover in my life.
Warm regards
xoxoxo ♡
Hi Dianne, I hope you feel better!
Big hug - all the best for you
beautiful weekend Crissi
Cuanta dulzura..palabras que llegan al alma.
Saludos desde España.
Wonderful poem, those beautiful buds never cease to bloom!
Besos!
Thank you dear Crissi for your kind words and wishes. I am feeling quite a lot better than before. The surgeon who performed my operation said it would take about twelve months for me to recover fully, hence the persistent tiredness.
Take care dear friend, big hugs!
Happy week!
xoxoxo ♡
Gracias, querido Manuel Antonio por tus dulces palabras.
Saludos desde Australia
xoxoxo ♡
Thank you dear Leovi for your kind words. Yes, the Springtime buds are blooming and the fragrance is beautiful.
Besos
xoxoxo ♡
Une douce mélancolie coule tout au long de ces vers et l'on voudrait, bien sûr, que l'être aimé apparaisse à la fin du poème. Les blessures d'amour sont parfois fatales, mais qu'elles font écrire de superbes poèmes. C'est la cruauté même de cette chose que d'avoir à créer sur de la peine.
Je te souhaite un futur qui s’embellisse très vite.
Je t'embrasse.
Roger
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