Leafy April

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Leafy April

4 seasons, Spring is one of them,
1st one to get a shout out.
April in Spring but March takes
first mention.

2nd part of Spring, April showers,
any time of the month.
Spraying flowers with raindrops
without cessation.

Zero mention of Winter frost
during April showers.
Summer flowers adorn fields
in our fixated imagination.

Why think of Spring flowers
when rain pours over concrete?
By pass the soaking raincoats
and umbrellas in torrential downpours
that fall in gradation.

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Autumnal Morning


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Autumnal Morning

I sat one morning listening to the singing of birds the other day,
they sang in the distance, a song I knew very well,
but the words escape me as I sat attentively listening,
to them chirping to a tune they knew only too well.
The song of searching for a time when they could sing
together about the countries they’ve seen, about the food
they’ve tasted.  It didn’t matter where it was, as long as it was
a place where the season didn’t change to cold.

They sang a song of longing and they sang and they sang.
I didn’t know of what but they knew and they sang.
Was it of melancholy or was it of countries they wanted to go to?
Again I didn’t know the answer, only they knew and they sang
a song they had sung a million times over of places they’d travelled to
and of those they hoped to see.  It didn’t matter where they went,
it didn’t seem to stir them, for they sang and they sang on this mild
                                                autumnal morning.

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(I know of Anchor through my YouTube brother, Josh, from the Brothers Green Eats)

Summer changes

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Summer Changes
My mind wonders over the leaves
in directions the wind blows,
in one direction then the opposite,
flushing sharp points across the
way, my mind wonders this way
and that.  Never stopping for a moment’s breath
never, no, forever wondering this way and that.
My mind ponders over the way 
the leaves gather, still.  Until
the wind brushes them into any direction,
this and that, no way there but
everywhere here.  My mind wonders,
it ponders well.  Deep into my inner mind,
Until I understand the nature of summer, 
a nature I know is warm as the weather,
when it wants to be humid and pollinated,
as the bees and wind that scatter 
the seeds of life giving flowers.
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