romance
waiting for
the perfect sunrise
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romance
waiting for
the perfect sunrise
.
.
https://www.cbc.ca/player/play/2291743299639
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a line of geese …
the soft chirps
of summer fading
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blowing in the wind
a bellflower visits
the meadow
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summer dream
among the chamomile
a white moth flutters
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after the smog
resting rock breathes
the sweet scent of spring
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May showers . . .
blue puddles sprout
a forest Monet
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snowmelt. rain. every morning we step out onto a new road: frozen, muddy, puddly, dry…. I wonder what D makes of it all. How does his canine mind absorb these transformations?
spring floods . . .
how did the puddle become?
a lake
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Dear Reader:
As its title suggests this post originated earlier in the month but due to a variety of factors it didn’t manage to graduate from ‘draft’ to ‘published’. Since early April we’ve had a mini summer, frost, and now it’s in between. Happy Poetry Month!
Janice
My feet are tender but I wear boots and walk slowly when I take D out for his early morning pee. I go with him for all of his constitutionals these days as he has developed a knee problem. Under ‘doctor’s orders’ he has to limit his activities though spring calls out to him to wander and explore.
‘towhee, towheee’
rippling under morning sun
the shrinking snow
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midnight thunder
out of the jaws of March
a maelstrom of snow
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les arbres blancs . . .
a ghost wood wakens
in winter sun
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