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s.a.d.ness

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Sunless skies, endless
grey clouded over grey crusted
snow, creating havoc for crocus shoots
struggling to make their stand.

Winter, a slow
death by its thousand windy cuts
and imperceptable emotional fade, now
so few words shared between them.

All purple and
orange in full bloom swathed across
front yard lawns stirring expectations, and
memories of their languid summer days.

Teal sky
days that start warm ending warmer,
their uninterrupted steady sun and their
sleeveless shirts and moist sweaty skin.

Sun, her kiss
once assured his unsteady heart. So many
purple and orange reasons to be hopeful but
March, always the cruel reminder.

written March 2013
revised FOR April 2013 :- /


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Time for a New Challenge

I just discovered the huitain. It is a Spanish form that has eight lines, and each line has eight syllables. The rhyme scheme is ababbcbc.

To wit:

It snowed eight inches, snowed some more,
until our land was turned to white.
We couldn’t open up our door
because of winter’s active night.
Now sun shines on this lovely sight
and melts the snow to rivulets.
Has winter taken its last bite?
What do you think? Let’s make our bets!

OK, OK, so it’s not the best poem in the world, but at least it gives you an idea of how a huitain should go.

Let’s submit some more. I’d love to see what you can come up with.


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The shade of Time

Théoule Sur Mer

Théoule Sur Mer

Snow melted down on Théoule,
But the sea seems cool – no swell -.
After another defeated night,
I regret the sweetest feast.

Was damaged by the shade of Time ;
You all, inanimate objects,
What has become of my soul ?
On that bad galley, I row !

And I need the sea breeze,
Otherwise, I foam and boil with rage
Like a sailor lost in town,
Prisoner of a servile life.

Give me now the sun warmin’
My skin, and like a dragonfly,
I will fly near the water sources
And wish I never bow again !

February, the 24th


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JUST ONE MORE DAY TO GO

Just one more day to go
Yes February will soon be but a memory
We have broken so many records with our snow
I know I show you pretty pictures but trust me it has been dreary.

As the rains fall hard in our yard today
Birds are eating what I have offered them with added fury
Then I watch as they rush back to their fray
I bet when the sun comes back they too will be in their glory

February has been a lot like winters of past
The snow just kept dumping on us blast after blast
Snowfall records have even been surpassed
I am really amazed with all this snow and ice I did not end up wearing a CAST!

Thank you March for coming along hurry please
I will turn a year older wiser as well I am sure
I am actually looking forward to flowers covered with bees
I guess as I reflect upon these words if it was always spring I would be bored.

JUST ONE MORE DAY TO GO!


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Snow Coming?

Here comes the snow, just very gently now.
I wonder if predictions will come true,
that we will have enough to need the plow.
Six, seven, eight, the inches will accrue,

according to the weatherman. We’ll see.
So far it simply flutters through the air
with no accumulation. I agree
with weather guys, but only sometimes. Dare

I wish for one more covering? This cold
needs snow, a partner in the winter dance.
Please, just enough for memory to hold?
Then we’ll move on and let the spring advance.


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MY DAY

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My Day

 

It starts with waking

Then I watch the yard as daylight arrives

This place is so amazing

I can hear the Blue Jay cries

I hear the others chatting just outside the window

They flit from branch to branch

They pick up and crack seeds I put out the night before

Should I forget them they will actually fly into the window

No not by accident but to get my attention

They are as spoiled here as the dog and cat are

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Cinquain Challenge

Pine trees
reach arms to sky,
hoping for sun cover.
Today, gray clouds threaten with snow.
No. No.

Poems
lift, play music,
polishing the dusty
haze upon a saddened mood. I
thank them.

Little
stones along the
shore speak stories to me,
share an ancient tradition. I
listen.


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Our Yard in January

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Trees have swollen buds

 

 

 

 

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The hill to the right of our upper gate is where my Perennials sit under snow sending out roots to grow bigger and bigger

 

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Where I will try to make a living fence of Roses and Raspberries. From the stonewall border of cemetery

along this whole hill with southern exposure.

 

 

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Southeast corner of the yard, along the stream.

 

 

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Covered in Snow and Ice

 

 

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One of our male Cardinals through the Lilac and Forsythia

 

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Another beautiful Blue Jay peeking at me too cold to spend the energy to fly away

 

 

With temps in the 50′s and 60′s this weekend I may have to go to Maine to detect and walk JT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Major Intersection…….. Wider View

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Se what I mean when you do all you can to protect a tree even one as damaged as this one was by that DAMN

Beaver.

Where would they find another home that quick?

Flying ones used to live in my walls,  no I will keep a place for them to eat, drink and sleep but not with me!

Can you imagine the commune they have it that tree, glad they are quiet down inside that tree .

Do you have a tree like this?

 

I am blessed surly I am, to have this kind of world right outside the window.  I think they like me too.

Peace

 

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