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Wakening

Wakening

Spring Prologue

Life begins; so tiny.
Life begins; so small.
Life begins to push on through,
Till small soon turns to tall.

Wakening

Winter; tired, and overworked,
Past time to slope off home,
Hauls wrinkled blankets way up high,
Drifts, weary, through the gloam.

Beneath the damp & dormancy,
Awakenings start to trickle,
Hidden deep from prying eyes,
Life’s expectations, fickle.

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Primrose

Primrose

Primrose

Delicate primrose, posing there,
The prettiest picture I took.
If you could keep those precious stones,
Imagine the lusting, the looks!

Yet, there you sit in grassed, mud patch,
The world will pass on by.
I wonder, are the twinkling gems,
The woeful tears you cry?

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The Day Says Goodnight

The Day Says Goodnight

The Day Says Goodnight

The day gets ready to say goodnight.
It just gives in, there’s no big fight.
The waxing Moon has raised its head,
The sun is drifting down to bed.

Wild birds sing the day goodbye,
Raptors soar, with one last cry.
They’ve had their supper, it’s time to roost,
As the river swells, bulging, from rainfalls boost.

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The Wind

The Wind

The Wind

The winds have been chuntering all of the day,
I can’t perceive wind-speak to know what they say.

There’s been some drama,
I heard it gasp,
Pain & suffering,
I heard it rasp,
Lots of sorrow was cried in howls,
Much later, horror! It turned to yowls!

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Nature Knows

Nature Knows

Nature knows how to weave a song,
It matters not if it’s short or long,
Seeing as nature can sing along,
Everything’s right, and nothing is wrong.

Nature knows when true life begins,
When petals are pure, there’s no floral sins.
Nature knows when it’s had enough,
When its time is over, & things get tough.

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The Kite

The Kite

The Kite

King of the wind,
Master of sky,
What can you see
From your throne upon high?

Just look at your view,
A spellbinding scene,
Soar valleys & hillsides,
Skim canopies clean!

Dancing in circles,
Spreading your wings,
Gliding with grace,
On fresh breezes that sing.

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Blackbird

Blackbird

Blackbird sat upon the post,
Blackbird, who do you love most?
Can you sing her your sweet song?
Will your sweetheart sing along?

Will you share your wriggly worms?
Will she sit & watch them squirm?
Preen with orange-yellow beak.
When your plumage needs a tweak.

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Maiden Of The Marches

Maiden Of The Marches

Bitter, wild wind,
You claw at my face,
Your power so hungry,
Your calmness misplaced.

I thought I heard thunder,
Rage through the trees,
As gusts trespassed, racing,
With icy cold freeze.

The sky is a monster,
Of battles to come,
Thrust crystalline needles,
Extremities numb!

A snow blasting blizzard,
A skirmish of storms,
Hoping for change,
For the scene to transform.

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Words

Words

As I stroll through these lanes full of wonder,
The words all leak out, like a flood,
I don’t know if they’re passed through osmosis,
Or something that flows through my blood!

Some words run out, like a river,
Sometimes they trickle like springs,
Some days they fly like sweet birds in the sky,
Or are borne upon gossamer wings.

One time a bee buzzed some words in my ear!
Another day, cows seemed quite mooooved,
The sheep cocked their heads on one side, then turned tail,
I Don’t know if they really approved!

The trees bowed & swayed, their old branches in wind,
Not sure it was yes, or plain, no!
The snails, slugs & spiders,
(I’m happy to say,)
Just turned round, boldly, & told me to go!

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One Step

One Step

One Step

What does it feel like to step on a cloud,
Treading soft, fluffy pillows without any sound?

Can you perceive how to float up on high,
Fast orbit the moon & fly through the sky?

What sort of magic spell sets you so free,
To dance with the raindrops & capture the breeze?