Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

May~

Made-up on the spot. :P
Happy May!

May this be a month of life,
May new things start to grow.
May warmth and life prosper
May blossoms bud and show.

May songs of Spring soar,
May promises be kept.
May truth and trust go on,
May troubles away be swept. 

May birds teach us to fly,
May love teach us to sing,
May we count our blessings,
May we love what life brings. 

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013

50TH POST!!

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Coming Spring~

Cover photography by my sister, Emma Catherine Smith.

She is the delicate little flower
Encircling her wicker bower,
A weaving, searching, climbing tower
Seeking to reach high.

She is the song the peepers sing,
The pond alive as echoes ring.
The songbirds which again take wing
And dance along the sky.

She is the scent of sodden earth,
Plants and creatures given birth,
Beauty and newness well beyond worth,
Bidding Cold farewell. 

She is the wind beneath the flight
Of returning geese with feathers white,
The soothing healer of Winter's bite,
The color of the bluebell. 

She is the whisper of new life,
Repeller of Frost's chilling knife,
To end the bleak, unceasing strife,
The voice of all who sing.

She is the fragrance in the air,
The answer to the desperate prayer
Of those longing for the weather fair...
She is the coming Spring.

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Remember This~


A song I wrote this week, while on a song-writing spree!

Innocence won't last forever,
Youth will fade away.
The bright pictures we paint now
Will eventually turn gray.

Sparkling eyes may dim,
Stars fall from the sky.
Dreams we chase today
May be set aside.

Oh, don't forget
The hours spent
Staring at the sky.
The times you sat
At the fogged-up window glass
Looking out into the night.
The wind's swift rush,
Your first big crush,
Making a birthday wish.
The mistakes you make,
The chances you take,
Always remember this.

Loved ones won't be here forever
We all grow up and change.
Hold on to your childhood,
Remember all your old games.

Running through the trees,
Fireworks in the dark,
The smell of a Spring breeze,
The feel of an unbroken heart...

Oh, don't forget
The hours spent
Staring at the sky.
The times you sat
At the fogged-up window glass
Looking out into the night.
The wind's swift rush,
Your first big crush,
Making a birthday wish.
The mistakes you make,
The chances you take,
Always remember this.

Years will pass,
And seasons flee.
So chase that dream
And climb that tree.

Treasure the memory
Of your first lost tooth,
Daddy's hand in yours,
Santa's footsteps on the roof.

Thinking you could close your eyes
And be invisible.
The times that Mama held you,
All love was unconditional.

You're going to climb mountains,
Do great things, I bet,
Leave childhood far behind,
But don't ever forget.

Oh, don't forget
The hours spent
Staring at the sky.
The times you sat
At the fogged-up window glass
Looking out into the night.
The wind's swift rush,
Your first big crush,
Making a birthday wish.
The mistakes you make,
The chances you take,
Always remember this.

When your greatest sin
Was getting caught with your hand in
The cookie jar. You'll miss
Bubbles, jump rope and chalk,
Sure animals could talk.
Always remember this...

Always remember this.

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2012



Monday, November 12, 2012

Life~


When Spring has sprung,
The earth is young,
And life begins anew.

Air fresh and pure;
Delicate and demure,
Flowers graced with dew.

Then Summer moves in,
Earth matures then,
The sky a vibrant blue.

Rich green foliage full,
Playful breezes pull,
Fireworks, fireflies, never few.

But as Autumn arrives,
Earth heaves a sigh,
Looks back at days that flew.

Now wise and knowing,
Chill winds blowing
Colored leaves swept askew.

At last Winter takes hold,
Earth's bones grow old,
To fall asleep- she wants to.

She grows gray and cold,
Tucked neath a blanket of snow,
This day would come, she knew.

And so, as a child grows,
Matures, learns, and knows,
So the Earth does, too.

In an endless circle of 
Life, death, and love,
She warns us our days are few.


© Hannah Scarlett 2012

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Awakening~



For many long months
The snow has stayed.
Over hard and lifeless ground
It has been softly laid.

Clouds have blotted out
The winter sky,
As gray and dismal days
Have passed, unending, by.

But the wind that blows
Without rest or peace,
Deep within knows
That soon it must cease.

As the grass reappears,
Conquering its snowy oppressor,
The cold will fall back,
Growing steadily lesser.

The sun calls out new life,
His rays warm and coaxing;
Spring is free of strife,
So hope-giving and inspiring.

The clouds fade and flee,
Winter; so forsaken...
The air carries the scent of flowers,
Spring; life will awaken...
 
© Hannah Scarlett 2011