Seasonal Passages

Summer yearnssun burningwater coolinglife affirminglonging for love I would hold you therein those days of youthwhen relationshipdonned mysteryand fear shroudedthe path But Autumn reigns nowa time for letting goa time for turning back clocks – timelost in a mere blinkon the shores of our story And soon Winterwhen I will knitour memoriesinto cozy dreamsand while […]

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Heron Reflection

Silent as the Great BlueAutumn hues creepshifting the landscapealtering my mood. Do feathers quiverat the ensuing chillor is it merely humanthis seasonal affect? (Heron Reflection first appeared here August, 2019.Image my own.)

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Delay

Robin’s melody bait for this weary soul – I hear promise but nature is fickle Winter renews onslaught mocks any hope – Solution to melancholy once again delayed. (Image from personal collection)

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Dance in Denial

Autumn dons a mask, regales the changing season, ignores Winter’s threat – and I too, dance, brightly clad, deny the nearness of death.  

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Autumn’s Rush

Autumn winds fevered – constraint not an option when fierce Winter follows. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge:  fever/ fierce)

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Oh, Seasons

Late August nights cool burnt dry hues will soon transform – symphony of colour There is sorrow in Summer’s end; Autumn’s icy breath Winter’s warning.

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Waiting on Summer

A lonely bench waits for emergence of leaves, rain turning to warmth, the summer sun casting long shadows – evening lingerings. (A tanka for Ragtag community’s prompt: wait.  Image from personal collection.)

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Seasonally

One rose dripping red, like blood from thorns – a warning? a promise? even roses die – love, too? (Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s Reverse Cinquain.) (Image:  A Rose to Ignite Passion is available on our shop at Society6.)

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Age’s Rant

What if days were berries growing bright, whose sumptuous juices blossomed only in Summer? How sad it would be – such limitations, disrespectful of the creator to surmise an inevitability of dormancy – I will not believe it! Our days are like seasons – motivations and movement fluctuating, weaving into a tapestry of greater glory […]

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Creating

Winter – the colour of my hair, a sedentary state of being, the numbing over of ambitions… These are but illusions… I am fluid, essence flowing, passion undaunted, creating.

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