Time to collect sticks and slimy stones from forest stream. To bandage boo-boos, kiss my childrens’ playtime injuries. Time to spread knowledge; a patient gardener sowing seeds. To keep the fingers dancing, a week-long writing jamboree. To everything, a season emerges for all I want and need.
dVerse Poet’s Pub: Pen a Quadrille (44 lines) to include some form of the word “season.” Join us.
K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer. She’s been recently published in Luna Station Quarterly, The Last Girls Club, Edge of Humanity Magazine, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.
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Aw, this was such a lovely tribute to playtime in the woods. Plenty of happy childhood memories here! 🙂
Thank you. I also remember my outside play fondly. I still prefer the outdoors. So glad my children also love frolicking in the forest, so I can continue to build fairy houses and see sticks and slimy stones as sacred treasures. 💜
Wonder how much class I can get away with outdoors. The ones that take place after dark may be challenging. 😂 Thank you for commenting and reading, Jim.
You lovely poem has me minded of summers in the south when I was young. Playing with my cousin along the creek yon back of my grandmama’s field. Thank you for that.
Aw, this was such a lovely tribute to playtime in the woods. Plenty of happy childhood memories here! 🙂
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Thank you. I also remember my outside play fondly. I still prefer the outdoors. So glad my children also love frolicking in the forest, so I can continue to build fairy houses and see sticks and slimy stones as sacred treasures. 💜
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I love the playfulness of spring… this is the time to play.
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Thank you, and I agree. Spring is the best time for wild and spontaneous adventures.
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K, a wonderful title and oh yes on the last line. Every moment and how every moment fits together an ongoing miracle…
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Thank you, Lisa. The spring is always over busy time for me, but I believe that I will have all the help I need to get by.
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You’re welcome.
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Yes, outdoors weather is here 😊😊
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Wonder how much class I can get away with outdoors. The ones that take place after dark may be challenging. 😂 Thank you for commenting and reading, Jim.
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😊😊
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I love the gentle, lilting rhyme of this.
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Thank you. The song was an immediate pop, and tried to think of my seasonal changes as well. Cheers.
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Such a great song, love it! 🙏🏻❤️
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Ty, John. Happy spring!
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” a patient gardener sowing seeds.”
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Indeed. I do try, as I’ve seen how such small things can grow into greatness.
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Lovely poem. I especially like the closing lines. They wrapped up the poem perfectly.
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Many thanks. 😊
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You lovely poem has me minded of summers in the south when I was young. Playing with my cousin along the creek yon back of my grandmama’s field. Thank you for that.
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What great memories indeed. I love making new memories in adventures with my littles.
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So beautiful!!
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Thank you. 🦋
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Tend with patience K.
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Thank you, Rob. Will do. 💜
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This is my favorite part: To keep the fingers dancing, a week-long writing jamboree.
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😊Thank you, Grace. Let’s hope I can keep the poetry party going.
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That’s the truth. Wonderful and so beautifully expressed, K. 💜
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💜 Thank you. I look forward; it’s perhaps one of my greatest traits.
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Very well done! Seems like we are always ready for the next coming season.
Love the Byrds!
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Thank you, Dwight. I know we are all awaiting consistency warm days. Spring is a tease.😂
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You are welcome! Yes, it is like a roller coaster!
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And time to read some lovely poetry. ❤
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