Nature’s Waltz
When the outside comes in on the breeze,
When the stale air inside floats away,
When the scent of the lilac makes me sneeze,
When the song of the wind chimes say
that we made it to Spring through the greys.
When the reds of the robins return
When the orange of the orioles shine
When the bluebirds nest, and bless friends
When the chickadees, cardinals dine,
celebrate all of life that cheated death again.
When the wreathes of the greens flesh the boughs
When the cotton of clouds cushion hawks
When sweet blossoms in hued dancing shows
When the minnows and tadpoles wake shady spots
Oh the senses explode for the butterflies, toads,
honeybees, ladybugs, as we waltz in nature’s rhythm.
Bjorn is today’s host for dVerse’ Meet the Bar. Bjorn says:
Let the dance be your poem, and when it’s written on your blog, with a link back to dVerse you link up at Mr Linky below. Then go around visit, comment and enjoy, The prompt is open until Saturday but you can come and visit whenever you like at a later time.
Tao Talk 
Yes, Lisa – all of nature dances in springtime 🙂 I love the feeling of renewal you have conjured through your word-dance. I’m loving the scent of flowers on the breeze, but my allergies, not so much!
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Thanks, Ingrid!
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I love how you depict all those joys (yes even the sneezing from pollen is partly a welcome)… lovely
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Many thanks, Bjorn 🙂
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You certainly packed a lot into your poetic dance; sounds like all strings, only a little brass. Clever use of Spring.
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Thanks, Glenn. There’s a party going on out there.
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What a wonderful celebration of life. I love that dance to nature’s rhythm.
Have a good weekend.
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Thank you, Grace, you also ❤
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A lovely springtime waltz. We had our very first oriole at our birdfeeder yesterday. So beautiful.
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Thanks much and glad you had the oriole to your birdfeeder 🙂
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One Two Three …. waltzing through Spring! How lovely.
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Thank you and so glad you’re enjoying the waltz also 🙂
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Love this dance of nature.
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Me too, Sadje! Glad you’re dancing along 🙂
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Thanks 🤩
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Deeply descriptive.
I’m amazed at how in tune your eye is to all the sweet blossoming around you – that’s a treasure.
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Darius, nature is my best friend, the one I spend the most time with. Thank you for your wonderful comment.
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I love your ode to springtime! It is wonderful… I really like this image…
celebrate all of life that cheated death again.
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🙂 Many Thanks, Dwight
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You are welcome Lisa!
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Very nice Lisa…. I like honeybees, ladybugs, as we waltz in nature’s rhythm
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Thank you, Max 🙂
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I’d like to join in your nature dance please.
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🙂 Step outside and you’re there.
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You stirred up a great rhythm and breeze full of scents in your poem, Lisa! I enjoyed the colours and the wildlife too.
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Thanks, Kim! I left the mammals out of this one and pulled in the bugs 😉
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You’ve painted a beautiful waltz of the Spring, Li. Beautiful descriptions. I loved these lines :-
When the song of the wind chimes say
that we made it to Spring through the greys.
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❤ I loved writing that part also. We made it! Thank you, Kitty.
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You are welcome, Li. 🙂
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Love your springtime step here, it’s definitely Spring when I sneeze as well! 🌻
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Thank you, Tricia. I don’t mind the sneezing if I get the lilac in return.
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Yes, we have allergy meds, at least! 😊
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You dance your way through the imagery of spring….the colors, the scents.
“When the song of the wind chimes say
that we made it to Spring through the greys.” And how I love these two lines. When we uncover our balcony furniture, and hang our windchimes, I know it’s spring in the city. Very few people in this high rise left their balconies as is — so many enclosed it, heated it, and extended their inside space this way. The best selling point of our place when we bought it in 1997 – not the wide open large living room or the two bedrooms, certainly not the galley kitchen when we were used to our big kitchens in our Iowa homes – it was the sliding doors off the living room that lead to the outdoor balcony….7 floors up. Look one way and you see the city of Boston, towering buildings; look the other way and you see the buildings of Mass General Hospital which is just across the street from us. To have access to the outside – would never give that up. And those windchimes do indeed herald in spring! 🙂
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Thanks for the thoughtful comment, Lillian, and glad you didn’t “develop” the best feature of your living space.
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Tadpoles! A sure sign of spring. You’ve created a wonderful dance. (K)
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They were in one of the abandoned ponds at the old golf course where the birch tree is at. Thanks, K 🙂
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We used to bring them home to see if they would grow into frogs in a bowl, but none ever got past the tiny leg stage. Children do strange things–the idea appalls me now.
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I wanted to get up and dance to this one!
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🙂
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