#springtime
Ambient sounds on a spring day.
The rain falling upon rose petals,
At the edge of a crooked park.
.
Sunlight rises high in the sky,
As the day's clock starts to run.
There is not much to do here.
.
Except wait for death.
.
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A poem by Garry Ventura
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 6:44 PM UTC
The meadows fill with sweetness. The scent swirling thick and deep. Each blooming rose red as blood.
As spring awakens with her simple touch. Cradled in the depths of her arms as life once again grows. As the carriage in the sky drags into night we watch her work.
From afar, she looks breakable and dainty. Longing for a hand to grab her through a storm. Bright buds hang precarious on their limbs. Their hundreds of digits green and supple.
The chirping of birds, Sweet songs they sing. With echoes of laughter and light. The Soft buzzing of bees
Hum happy and free. As the heavens sleep above she spends her days quite cheerful.
She holds scattered seeds which bloom like a promise. What she carries is not seen at first. It's tucked away where stillness learns to grow.
With her hidden smile, she leaves these fields dry, taking back what she once gave. Headed beneath the earth where no one can follow.
She’ll have cold days before she can truly take root, frost threading through her breath,
petals learning the language of waiting.
She has learned to carry warmth beneath winter’s quiet ache.
When the leaves start to fade and become brittle to the touch.
For she is a goddess of spring, always ready to return when the light remembers her name.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 9:34 PM UTC
At intervals I see you, in silence, in waves
Faces hidden away in mires & fog-burdened moors
A century of faces stare with disillusioned grins of toothy decay
Hands of horror begin the ebb & flow; invisible actors of change reign
Fledging flower grown fragile, into a black hole gazing oncemore
Peer into the Abyss and it shall return the favour (from the darkest hole on Earth)
Winter crystallized her stem, eternal dark blooms gracefully freeze
Cryogenic insanity, tectonic memoirs slam & crash, embrace of dire regret & hope
Causal relations, twisting geometric fantasy commences in a sea of shifting oculus
Too stubborn to live, too young to die
The Call of the Void must be answered by One & All
Newborn baby thaws as springtime blisters the birthing pains
Ostara begins upon awakening
Eyes wide open & ready to see
The undying Light
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
Once upon a wounded blackbird's wings
What breeze has wandered upon this
fateful thing?
And of which shadow is cast upon?
A calm feline has cast it's suspecting eye
Upon a flurry of birds, appetite whet
Clamoring eyes mix with primal instinct
Interest persists further as the cat
stealths closer to the hopping bird
Open green groves house their sociality
To adjust for the unsuspecting gale-
Dark clouds usher in the maelstrom
Oh, this wounded bird of prey!
Hopping from grass to stone
Worm in beak a-gape
Excited feline has cast it's toying eye
The mental primal urges stregthen
Never suspecting poor odd One
Becoming The Gift
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 8:55 AM UTC
I.
If not for all the solitary bees,
& their endless voyage of the skies-
They that forage honey & nestle
among golden pollen pools,
Flowers would ne'er blossom for the Lover's romantic eventide.
II.
If not for anther & stigma,
Between pistil & stamen,
The colours of beauty would truly seize.
The foliage of Spring would forfeit Her wonder,
The song of the Hummingbird would dry.
III.
How temporal,
the wild beauty,
that fades in Winter's Loom!
Flower faces gaze from vistas on high,
Oh from perched pergolas,
Ivy encompasses the Acacia beams,
Where creeping vine leap to & fro;
& wood entwine another.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:59 AM UTC
The essence of birds
Moving through the Spheres
Slow pattern rain mutes the palette-
How cool the breeze greets this morn
Misty eyed daybreak haunts with drops
Of water- teeming with wonder, of life
Blackbirds visit to & fro o'er the hours
On the backs of balmy afternoons
Drifting dafadoli fade in the kindred grey
Statues of angelic realms cleave to me
Sweet shivers alight the aching spine
Take a walk in rain but only for a spell
I used to scawl sigils in sand
Let the ocean wash it all away,
Eraser of clutched secrets of my mind
I am a shifter of worlds both black & white; o nighttime & day
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 4:09 AM UTC
Alive at dawn, nature sounds begin
Morning doves begin to duet at first light
Sang their brightest tune
& then sang the blues
Atop an old power line their rhapsody is shared
Through squinting early eyes
I face the vacant windows
My catatonic yet shaky hands secure an old empty ceramic mug
Sleepwalking thru my favorite routine
I shut the cool cupboard as I pivot quietly in the vacant, sprawling kitchen
Only the warmth of the brewing liquid is felt, steam rising in the cold air
No warmth of her sleeping tongue this new day yet I go through the motions
As the faceless machine coughs & sputters about in its completion
Belches of coffee ends the cacophony
of uninvited noises
I glance back at the blinking wrong time
The voice that narrorates our thoughts responds instinctually yet droll
my brain numbly responds:
"DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME"
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 2:04 AM UTC
This cool night sky is an avalanche
A smooth violence, just palpable to the touch
A warring answer, that is awaiting to be heard.
On reigns of fire, the steed drew fast,
upon the inky path
It's four ancient wheels
come jarring to life
Over moors, wetland & marsh-
The hellhounds bore on
Craggy trees are overgrown along this
desolation way-to the frostbitten
journey of melancholia
Claustrophia's burdened down to a quiet, barely perceptible roar
The Royal Carriage wore the impending darkness as a jaded crown on the path
Wolves present in packs, gnashing teeth & howling shrieks predicated by evil jaws
Running further into the arms of Winter's yawning pit of desolation
Artic snow berries and holly leaves-
vibrant colours contrast the fresh
flurries
Icy stars blink into space upon the
shelf of their circumpolar skies
Forlorn, it had seemed, for the moon
seemed half-awkwardly set
A citadel of moonbasking delight rises
Full moon momentum forged in the dark
In waves, her moonbeams sensually
waver as she dreams a dream,
Her lunar spectacle orbits the Earth
Staring into the mirror void, I unravel the
solar ascension with my third eye
Return to woven pleas for sanity
Carnality has my immortality's ear
My soul embraces it's darkest half once again
Far from the shoreline, in the cold embrace of Fear
Springtime's redemption awaits the final rescinding chapter of a waning tundra
Awaiting for the finality; the end of winter
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 2:33 AM UTC
Robins & finches duet as they converse
Dancing from bough to bough they go
Bumblebees & sweat bees envelope me
Dancing to their springtime hop
The mania for honey has them stirred
The plumage of the grey tailed squirrel
Quivers all about in a dizzying fashion
As the lady bug crawls into my window
Rose thorns & tulip tops both emerge
Peeking their plant tendrils up to the sky
I see the whole world of nature awake
From the edge of my porch...
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
All winter long—
I long- for Spring!
Because:
Spring Sprouts
Spring Shines
Spring Chirps
Spring Cleans
Spring Greens
Spring Grows
Spring Births
Spring Blooms
Spring Lives
Spring Longs
Spring Warms
Spring Wildlife
Spring Rains
Spring Renews
All winter long—
I long– for Spring!
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
somewhere along the line,
my name became
springtime.
my name became
cherry blossoms
and
delicate blue eggshells
and
a baby bunny, soft as velvet.
and yet
mothers and daughters know
that I've never been gentle.
that I'm not pink petals and green shoots
but instead red mud and black blood
darker and richer than you thought possible.
that I'm the coarse regrowth,
the second coming.
where death is not a distant memory,
it is thick in the air
cloying on your tongue.
farmers and laborers know
that I've never been gentle.
that I take as good as I give—
in a fit of anger, greedy.
that where there is life there must be death.
my soft underbelly contains hidden barbs.
at least I wasn't named summer
with fine corn silk hair
and a regularity that borders on cockiness.
her fat veins and her easy pleasures
rise to the surface of her skin,
her body bloated with warmth and comfort.
at least I'm still alive
with rocks under my nails and
sharp eyes that ache in the sun and run when it rains.
I am caked with grit up to my elbows
from raking the surface of the earth.
my body is sore from searching and longing and delivering.
I've never been gentle.
I'm not the sweet tweet of a fledgling
but instead the scream of labour
I'm the arm extending from a seed
pushing through ****
reaching for the unknown.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 8:03 PM UTC
Take this sorrow,
and give it back to the earth,
for it will come back as
something brighter.
Eventually,
in the breeze,
or the rain,
or the vibration of
hearty laughter,
you’ll remember how
you hurt, and
realize how you learned
to love.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
Perfect morning scene
Full quality of light
Fruit tree flowers flush
So very pink against
A sky so very blue
Honey jasmine air
Star petals frosty white
Burning bottle brush
with scarlet flames not quenched
by glinting candy dew
*Leaves drink up the sun
See all the clocks
In all the trees
Sense shifting balance favour
less the nighttme, more the day
Triumphant feeling flows
The equinox
In quiet passing
Led to colours loudly telling
that the light will have its way*
Impossible despair
When nature shines like this
Warming every part
From gloomy winter shade
To hibernating cheer
A message penned in glow
Unable to resist
Thaws the chilly heart
Where sprouting joy is made
And bliss is running clear
*Less the nighttime, more the day
The light will have its way*
Now spring is here
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
poetry & spontaneity,
are one in the same,
each piece its own,
spinning wheels on different days,
reminiscent of springtime rain.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
It’s that time again,
Where we forget the rain.
The sun pours light,
On blossom lane.
Cherry trees
Disperse the breeze.
A vibrant sight
To attract the bees.
As the axis tilts,
Chills turn and hide.
Like we’re up on stilts,
Spring turns the tide.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC
Soft breeze
Warm sun
Hungry skin
Bees hum
Heart throbs
Sap rises
Body softens
Flower opens
Spine tremors
Simply divine
This,
Spring Time.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
Springtime frost confronts apricot blossom—
Destroyed, damaged, and disappointed—
Leaves the garden to rely on cherry and plum.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
I can't wait for spring
when its officially mine
flower fields in my mind
lets lay down
bathe in the sun
seven playing in the background...
beautiful
so he calls me
take a look in the mirror
has he seen his face?
has he seen his soul?
oh the potential of us together
he's something new
just like the springtime
everything comes back to life
makes everything new again
what more can I explain
he is spring
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
In sweet Springtime
the fields are abuzz,
while the breeze whispers
the scattered secrets
of compassionate couples,
who met during the season.
A picturesque paradise,
is peppered with flowers
that gracefully sway
atop the rolling hills
with their blooms held high,
colorful and confident.
Forest leaves rustle quietly
sighing softly like a lover
dreaming of their soulmate,
as birds flit between branches,
making their humble abode
in the boughs of fond memories.
Spring rejoices for a while,
bringing beauty out of burrows
and sprouting the shyest of seeds
before it carefully takes the earth,
and almost reluctantly, places it
into Summer's waiting hands,
as it wholeheartedly promises
to return once again,
as it always has,
every year.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC
Among the the floral sea of pastels and petals
The fairy folk flutters alight in the gentle breeze
Colors of spring array as morning dew settles
Life's renewal from cruel winter's deep freeze
Tending and working hard for every natural thing
Fairy people minister to mother nature's gardens
Melody rising, carries above canopy as they sing
Giving attention to every manner of care, regarding
Smiling down, looking upon her happy caretakers
Mother Nature gives a quick wink of her approval
Cheers so jovial abound the animals to their makers
Love's color of soft rouge twinkle as a magic jew'el
In a world so balanced in an array of majesty
Comes, springtime friends to heal Earth's wounds
Life gives and takes within perfect align infinity
Gathers spirits thereafter soothing under the cool moon
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
Springtime has truly begun
And sweet scented flowers
Fill the air and the little
Birds all sing a happy
Soothing song a
Chorus to the fresh display and
Springtime is fresh and bright
And the flowers will smile
In the morning sunlight and
Spring's gentle kiss the world renews
With colourful flowers beautful and bright
And all the land rejoices in the springtime.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
Maybe I don’t need the sunlight to blind me,
but gentle sunshine to bathe me
with its life sustaining light,
engulfing me in its warmth
and making me feel at home;
at peace; finally.
The best days at Gladstone park
were not the summer days or even fall,
they were springtime days
with a promise of a full bloom
come the summer.
Summer never came
and the just about blooming flowers
started to wilt until they died in my heart.
Maybe summer is not my season,
it is too hot and scorching towards my soul.
Maybe it burns so brilliantly
that it erodes my life away
and I’m lost in a sea of light that is so bright
that it’s hard to make out night from day.
Maybe I need to stay in the promise of the bloom,
for young love and my groom..
maybe I need to be not where I want to be
in a place or time,
but with a person who is mine…
who calls me “mine” and claims me.
Maybe I can enjoy the park again when it’s spring,
maybe I can go to a different park
that reminds me of him..
there is a park that I have been to,
where ducks quack in the pond
and the fish swim too..
it felt like spring,
it was spring..
even when the chilly breeze
grazed my skin,
his touch kept me warm amidst our spring.
Maybe I need to be not where I am,
but where the spring is
as the spring is the perfect weather
for my hair and skin too,
it is just cold but sunny but windy
and there’s green leaves too.
Everything is better with a promise of spring
and when the spring springs onto us,
it is always a beautiful day too..
like a daydream, too unreal
but realistically within reach too.
I just need to be,
where the flowers bloom for spring
and my heart sings too.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC
Today I woke a happy fellow
Saw dancing daisies in the meadow
The sun was up to greet me so
With golden smile all aglow
Its rays of light of sparkling bliss
Did plant upon my cheek a kiss
Then wrapped me in warmful embrace
And set my beating heart apace
For springtime's grace has superseded
Savage winter which we heeded
Its colours blend a joyful soul
With heavenly palms we extol
The beautiful spring that whispers love
That fits my hand just like a glove
Today I am a happy fellow
Dancing daisies in the meadow
Sep 7, 2023
Sep 7, 2023 at 9:03 AM UTC
Sitting here in the car
with the windows semi-down
there is a bloom of content
as the door is swung open
to receive a cool breeze
which breaths on my face
and glides over my feet
relishing their woodland walk
my body embracing the warmth of the end of May
as Springtime collides into summer
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 10:52 AM UTC