Spring Festival 2014: Writing

Born on the first day of Spring which isn't that great, if you think it's still cold and the weather nips your nose and your hands feel like ice. I wouldn't want it any other way because it's my birthday, but oh when the flowers begin to bloom and the birds chirp; its like no other. I'd have it no other way expect I have to often enjoy it indoors, with a fever like most years. Cheers

It is not what you see while its ripping at the seam, Beautiful at first like a spring colored dream, Porcelain silk, White as milk, Its petals will carry the memories down stream.

Sleepy fae looking for some shuteye
"Ah, that looks comfy!" There, I shall fly.
In the flowers she goes,
Snuggled up with eyes closed
To find it's a bed of butterflies.

What is this flower I see? A kitter bloom just for me? It's fragile, but bent I take in it's scent And let out a crazy sneeze!

Flowers are blooming everywhere Birds and beasts coming out of their lairs Though there is one creature Who is quite the feature A kitterwing with awful bed-hair!

There once was a young kitter who knew, How to make a house from what she grew. But when the wind blows, Away the home blows, And the kitter must build it anew!

Faeries play with the Kitter Bloom here- Trick a furre and blow in their ear. Circle the flower, But please take a shower, Or the Faerie Queen will not come near!

the Birdsong's trilling for springs debut,
"at Last icy winter's bid adieu!"
daffOdils are swaying...
er pOllen is preying...
and My allergies are stirr.. -- achoo!

How many silly times have you heard about the Fox that lives in Alward? He likes to eat glue. and maybe a bit blue. Except when he eats a big cheese curd.

Early March heard a kitterwing say,
"Of course warm weather's on the way!"
Spring's now two weeks old;
It's still bloody cold!
When I catch her there'll be hell to pay!

She has never looked like this before, A blooming kitter ready to soar, Giving off a shine, Want to make her mine, A gorgeous kitter that I adore.

I looked up to the breeze by the wind

Feeling Spring was about to begin.

Kitters dance and sing tunes

Bringing flowers to bloom

To drop seeds on my head with a grin.

All the fairies are at play today
With a jump and skip, they're lovely fae,
Living in the flowers,
With magical powers,
Springtime has come to the land of the fae.

One day Kaze went to Naia to help,
Then he saw it was covered in kelp!
The Kitters had seen
To make it bloom green,
And all they could say was "Oh welp!"

A wizened purveyor of roses
may caution a man who imposes:
some girls hate flowers
and you'll wait but an hour
'fore a salty poem she composes.

Fairies silhouette danced in the gloam Then fluttered to their spring garden home A special gathering Spring was unraveling Where this affair resides is unknown

Sweet Cherry Blossoms fall from above
Their coral petals soft as a dove
Swirling on the breeze
Released from the Freeze!
A wondrous play to show Spring fae's love!

Gentle hands of Spring creation,
A whispered song of sweet elation.
To bring forth the gifts
Of carnation kissed cliffs,
And to protect her beloved foundation.

Down in the vale on a bright day All the furries came out to play. Wave goodbye to the snow Letting the winter go Dancing till the sun fades away.

There once was a Kitter named Ling Who helped flowers bloom in the Spring With a flick of her wings All the roses would sing, "What a wonderful Kitter, that Ling!"

Dark Primes came bearing ruin and gloom,
Prophesizing fair Naia Green's doom.
With a gentle flutter,
Jujinka cleared the clutter,
And gorgeous kitter magic did bloom!

The caterpillar always dreamed of reaching the top of the tree, but alas, it was a caterpillar, it was not meant to be, for if it could manage to reach the canopy, then it would get eaten by birds, you see. One day, that caterpillar hid in her shell, and there she remained, with time to sell. The days went by and her shell never fell, Until, at last, the shell shook, and it shook quite well. The shell fell and broke, and out the bug came, but this time a change, a butterfly it became. With wings of orange, they appeared aflame, And the butterfly flew, until it overcame the top of the trees! It had reached its goal! It could see miles around, every plant, every knoll! The butterfly flew high, higher than any pole. The forest rejoiced; look at her soul! The butterfly was happy, with excitement it was rife! It had done something impossible to most wildlife! Oh, the way had been filled with so much strife, but that didn’t matter; now, it was content with its life.

Roses as vivid as her smile;
Daffodils that swayed in her style.
Glint of the sun shared
the glance her eyes beared-
Here she says, "Welcome to my isle."

A Fleer and some Floxes went walking.
They danced and they gamboled while talking.
They made such a sight
of flowery delight,
that everyone 'round them was gawking!

A flox peeks out of it's den, Looking at the flower covered land, Soft and warming wind ruffles it's fur, Coaxing it to come out and explore, While the Kitters danced bringing spring!

Could it be something in the breeze? Perhaps it's the birds nesting in trees. The smell of apple pie? Flowers reaching for the sky? Nope, it's not. Sue just cut the cheese.

I thought I had a clever Idea, To dye my hair as green as Gaia, Oh dear! Kitters about, and with my hair made sprout, And now it's all blooming Freesia!

Faeries with eyes very soft and dear, Fly into the open, Spring is near! They leave their sanctuary they once called home, Nearby, a Faerie lands upon a Gnome, "Hello dear friend, back again?" He teased.

There once was a kitten named Yolana, Who had an obsession with bananas, She'd shaken a tree, Until they all fell free, There were enough to build a cabana!