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Summer As An Idea
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Sashaying across what
would otherwise be dirt,
summer dreams spewing
colors across tilled fields
and flower beds, in search
of any place to set
seeds or bulbs. Birds
and the wind are the best
friends of summer.
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Every year the sun sends joy
and the birds visit which makes
me smile. Gone, the dark clouds
of snowfall and gloom. Gone,
the cold, replaced by warmth near
the hearth of my mind.
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allets
08-26-15
151p
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Lovely as lovely gets. I'm
Lovely as lovely gets. I'm there, with you, in that delightful scene.
Can't think of any other place I'd rather be right now.
Cheers,
Luther
Cheers Too
Every now and then I got to nature for the peace of the pastoral. Glad you came along for a stroll in the garden like no other on earthl Thanks for the rare comment - it is soooooo welcome, my poempal LutherSeahand -Stella-
Summer
Lying on petals in every color
While bumblebees lazily buzz around
Only stopping to tickle your nose!
"...petals in every color..."
I like your summer view and the tickle rocks! ~a~
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As a kid I loved summer. It
As a kid I loved summer. It was the season of freedom, a time to be out of school and do as I wish. Now though as an adult, I hate it. It's hot and boring, the rain doesn't come enough and it makes me long for Fall. For the leaves to change color, for the mornings to be cold and the daylight to be short. To look upon the constellations and revel in their stories, for Halloween and Thanksgiving, for the madness of football. Ah summer can be nice, but Fall should be eternal.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
FALL ETERNAL?
Frozen as if the earth stopped its spin
to let the constellations stay keeping
colors at peak preserved
or in a swirling of leaves perpetually
falling. Autumn eternally chilled
on a fast day and a long evening
yearinng for a winter that is beyond
in equally frozen timeglades
for the lovers of ice and cold wind.
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Lady A
08-29-15
459p
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stunningly beautiful!!!
stunningly beautiful!!! you've really outdone yourself! you should be proud!
The Poet As Painter
It has been a while since I painted with words - felt good. My seasonal poem, ode to summer - it will not last much longer and it was glorious! ~a~
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