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Decorative signs
of early spring,
creep quietly
with the news they bring…
To remind us that hope survives,
to bask in sunshine
and so to thrive…
To let go
of wintery dread,
and blossom profusely from
dormant beds…
To come to life
with anthems raised,
and cover borders
with lavish praise…
To renew their vows
with Mother earth,
and burst
with the fragrance
of rebirth…

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Wintery discontent

winter of discontent

I cried and cried all day,
while unsympathetic winds blew…
clouds pressed down in leaden greys
overwhelming the blues…

and rain mingled with my tears
falling freely…
leaves crunched underfoot,
my bearing was uneasy…

wintery discontent
had swaggered in
without an apology,
and emotions creaked,
bearing gloom,
shaken by the velocity…


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Spring tiptoes passed….

“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.”
Hal Borland

a hint of spring

Winter is befuddled when warm winds blow,
moving over,
to let flowers grow!

The drabness of the landscape,
under oblique sun.
Earth tilts forward and winter is undone!

Feelings oscillate, between highs and lows,
shedding dreariness,
we change our bulky clothes!

Don’t wait in the wings for another icy blast,
let out hearts applaud,
as spring tiptoes passed….


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Prelude to Autumn


Misty preludes,
the reviews are in.
Fall’s overture
is wearing thin.

Summer’s frolic
is dwindling fast;
flowers sigh,
and appear downcast.
Autumn peeps,
and mists converge,
on grey horizons,
the call is heard!

Cooler breezes,
stir falling leaves;
these preambles,
do as they please!

Warmer days,
have not yet passed,
though fall’s attitude,
is being forecast!

Harbingers of what’s to come,
foretelling rains,
and a distant sun!

Birds tarry with brighter days,
their milieu
and matinees,
are sprinkled with songs of Fall,
while the summer sun,
is acting small!

P.S.  Summer gigs have not concluded,
they’re being upstaged,
and convoluted!


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Whispers of Summer

Sugar birds dancing everywhere,
a summer feeling in the air.
The seasons are in quite a muddle,
bare trees stand, confused and befuddled.
“Where is the winter” the tree frogs sing,
oblivious, flowers make offerings.
The sun shines for all its worth,
while winds whisper in gentle mirth.
At night the gleam of distant orbs,
caresses the dark in dazzling forms.
The moon unveils its extravagance,
intoxicated movements of elegance.


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Mid-Winter blues

“Now is the winter of our discontent”
William Shakespeare
mid winter

My mid-winter blues,
spilled in wispy hues.
Trees have fallen bare,
winds are unaware.
In simmering twilight,
swallows have taken flight.
Misty morns are veiled
with warm breath exhaled.
I call spring from slumber,
tired of winter’s plunder.
My discontent abates,
when sunshine resonates.


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“Let us fall in love again and scatter gold dust all over the world”.
Jalaluddin Rumi

autumn 3The promise of autumn
creeps across the skies.

Wisps of summer’s bounty
bidding goodbye.

Frolicking leaves dancing
on gusty days.

The air is vibrant and
swirling with praise.

Cooler evenings beginning
to keep company.

Letting go the warm caress,
though reluctantly.

Delicate hues embracing
mellow delight.

A Pageant of blushing tones
enfolding twilight.