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National Poetry Month Day 26: Poem 26 Sonnet 13

Sonnet 13

Spring’s Mad Dance

Do you want to waltz with spring?
When everyone’s in their best dress
throw out your arms, embrace everything!
Let worries and fears go to rest!

Look here, the roses are blushing pink,
the shy daisy is showing his heart.
Bold azalea has awarded you a wink
and the dance has yet to start!

Sweet violet, won’t you stay by my side
when others crowd out on the floor?
You and I can find a place to hide;
I know I’d never ask for more.

In the midst of spring’s mad dance
let’s pause and give love a chance. Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month Day 25: Poem 25 Haiku 13

Haiku 13

rose swirls gracefully
petals pink, precisely placed
a static samba Poem and photo copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 24: Poem 24 Sonnet 12

Sonnet 12

To the Rain God

When I heard the rain last night
I longed to go out to greet it.
Wouldn’t that have been a sight:
me in my sweats, arms out to meet it?

Maybe I would have done a dance,
a little twirl or two of thankfulness,
for all the gifts the rain god grants:
the beauty pure and fabulous.

In the end, I didn’t go out at all,
I stayed tame and alone in my bed.
I have neighbors I don’t want to appall
when I get a weird notion in my head.

I’m sorry, rain god, if my thanks you seek—
but maybe next time I won’t be so meek. Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 23: Poem 23 Haiku 12

Haiku 12

spring rain overnight
look into the mud puddles
your beauty shines back Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 22: Poem 22 Sonnet 11

Sonnet 11

Unpretentious Liaison

How is it such a perfect scent
emanates from one so modest?
It wafts across city cement
through the pollen, gravel and dust.

With every breath I suck it in—
take a moment to appreciate
the aroma that calls to mind spring
that a humble flower can create.

I must force my feet to move on
for if I remain everyone will know
about my longed for liaison…
and why it is I don’t wish to mow.

Who would have thought the simplest clover
would be the one I fawn over? Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 21: Poem 21 Haiku 11

Haiku 11

clover’s scent brushes
innocent noses inhale
breathe summer’s promise Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 20: Poem 20 Sonnet 10

Sometimes, I admit, my sonnets take me strange places. This is not at all the poem I set out to write.

Sonnet 10

Holding On

Arise, summer, from ash of spring,
which came from sleeping winter’s bed.
Sunny, hot days are what you will bring;
the bounty of autumn still lies ahead.

Bring forth sunny, lovely days at the beach
hunting for seashells along sandy shore.
All happiness is within my reach;
just roll back the stone, open the door!

But how is it you’re still a month away?
I guess I must be content with dreams.
Despite the warm temperatures of today,
spring isn’t yet ready to let go it seems.

I won’t give up, I’ll continue my work
and wait for summer to heal my hurt. Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month Day 19: Poem 19, Haiku 10

Haiku 10

spring flowers will end
but warmth and light continues
turn to face the sun Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 18: Poem 18 Sonnet 9

Sonnet 9

Promise

What promise does the rose make
when spring season takes a turn to warm?
Petals of silk, make no mistake,
will take on the force of every storm.

Not so delicate a flower, it seems,
the rose withstands life’s trials and blasts
Rose’s thorny branches guard her dreams;
her passion holds her steady on her paths.

Her promise is made only to herself—
she locks it deep in her heart.
She may never achieve fame or wealth
but her world will always be full of art.

Don’t doubt the strength of a rose’s flame:
her passion and dreams you cannot tame. Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye

National Poetry Month, Day 17: Poem 17 Haiku 9

Haiku 9

demure roses thrive
all along my neighbor’s fence
passionate promise Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye