Why Hello There!

Hello! Long time, no post eh?! Now, I've got two things to say today!

Firstly:

This gif is making my very happy right now. I just want to sit and look at it until it magically takes me to England.

Second:

I have a new blog! I am writing daily blog posts for a year just because. I started almost two weeks ago. Feel free to check me out over there if you want to stay in touch because I may not be over here very often anymore. So here's the link, http://questerstale.wordpress.com

Now have a lovely morning/day/evening/night/whatever-it-is-where-you-are and all the best!

-Becky

Sense of Spring

Sense of Spring
March 12, 2012

There is no word for the sound that rain makes
It's the falling, the ripple, the formation of lakes
It can pitter or patter, and go splish and sposh
But for the sound that it makes, there's no word to describe

It's a feeling, a taste, it's a vision that falls
It's something inside you, a sound that just calls
Calls to stay in the dry, or come play in the rain
A game dodging raindrops, the cold down your face

It's the smell of wet earth, and the sound of the birds
It's the squelsh of damp mud, but for it there's no words
It's each drip off a leaf to the puddle below
It's the taste on your tongue, it's the sound of the rain

Seen in red rubber wellies, or long, dry rain coats
In the mist, on the wind, sending grime all afloat
It's the cleansing, renewing, the sense of the new
Beginning, new growing, and new things to do

There is no word for the sound that rain makes
Just the feeling, the knowing, the smell and the taste


I was going to write a poem a week, but I tried it and discovered it's not really something you can force, so when it comes, it'll come...

Watching

Watching (October 23, 2011)

Seasons change,
We must move on
Don’t get cozy,
It won’t last long

Grass is dying
Leaves are falling
Sun starts hiding
Rain is dropping

Colors deepen
Bright as fire
Firs stay green
Reaching higher

Hope through winter
Waiting for spring
Standing tall
As jingle bells ring

Then melts the snow
The puddles form
Buds open up
To air grown warm

Flowers bloom
As sun shines bright
Heat beats down
With glowing light

Then grass starts dying
Leaves, they’re falling
Sun tries hiding
Rain is dropping

Back full circle
Start again
From looking back
Always abstain

Seasons change
We must move on
Don’t get too cozy
It won’t last long



Sorry I haven't posted in eons, haven't written anything in a long time. I turned eighteen yesterday though! That was fun =)

Spring Poetry!

I have 47 days of high school left. Ever. This is so weird...

Since I've been unpoetic all of March I must make up for it in April. Spring is mostly here for some of the time and I like it. (I got a little scared when yesterday's rain morphed into snow but it didn't last,thank goodness!)

Spring (written March 31, 2011)

The twentieth of March is not the first day of Spring
That is to say, not always the day on which it does begin
Spring cannot be assigned a day on which it must occur
It starts in parts, in parts it starts
The coming of the Spring

In dirty snow, the roadway's slush
Through frozen puddles of frozen mush
The dreary grime, so grey and bleak
Here starts a part, the parts do start
The coming of the Spring

The icicles drip and puddles melt
Grey clouds gather, drops are felt
Away the dirt, the soot, the grime
Here start more parts, the parts do start
The coming of the Spring

Through patchy snow peeks yellow grass
Overnight puddles freeze, smooth as glass
Sun reappears and shares her warmth
Here starts a part, the parts do start
The coming of the Spring

Snow's gone to stay and grass grown green
The streets are once more clear and clean
In flowerbeds the plants now bloom
Here are the parts, these parts there are
And now has come the Spring