Vernal Equinox

English gardens and mown lawns,
The fresh scent of rainfall on fields and rocks,
Salt spray and green tea,
Clean rooms and sun-dried linens,
New growth under freshly turned earth,
Trees bud and robins’ calls.
Leaves wave and tulips bend,
Newborn lambs frolic,
Foals and calves dance,
On grassy fields, while bees flit amid the blooms,
Under new skies and new days.

 

Ronda R. Scott-Marak 
© 20 March 2026

Spring(ly)

Delicate stems bend, and petals shed in the April rains and March winds; early buds freeze in two-faced Spring.

 

Tulips and daffodils, croci, and hyacinths bend down before the weather’s onslaught.

Mismatched blossoms, missing random parts, determinedly turn their damaged faces to the meagre sun and strain to lift their bodies out of the clinging mud.

Why are the heralds of Spring designed with such frailty when early Spring is so harsh?

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 12 April 2022🌷🌼

Jack Frost

Lightly coating lashes, outline shadow pines,

soft snow feathers float and drift across the night.

Flick’rng ice stars ‘gainst the silv’ry bedtime dark;

indigo canvas, dusted with points of light.

Crystallised frost flowers bloom on windowpanes;

Cold flakes on tongues, 

melt and relish winter’s bite.

Dreamers and rovers soar and tramp atop the ice;

Pirouette and glide amid the snowflakes’ flight.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 16 December 2013