It is now eventide at the museum,
Myriad masterworks line the walls,
Elated crowds no longer pressing,
In rapt thrall of beauty and color!
Art awaits once more being beheld,
On a night of porcelain moonlight.
It was indeed a long night, as many tossed and turned in a dreamless void. Yet, for the fifth moon in the year of the virus, I would rather remain locked down
Lest you shed my piteous fate another tear, know my lot in life is a little better than the isolated souls in stealthy battle with death. And of those quarantined only to the tiny quotas for the breath of life, but who would rather trade in such direness for an instant demise
It is any and every soul in this oubliette who has been locked up but with doors ajar. Seers say with the bliss of a century comes agonies in an annual crisis of pains. Yet, mortality in these days of May may be more than those in prior months of His unmerited mercies
Let those who still long for the new decade’s daydreams now appreciate the post-pandemic possibilities of a new norm and...
Let those who eventually live to tell the tale, share with generations the wrath of the minutely unseen, for this dreary night of nightmares is utterly devoid of a wink of deep sleep
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Fall is my second favorite season of the year.
I love the Autumn as much as people love beer.
The leaves will change color and fall from the trees.
When it comes to the Autumn, it is sure to please.
Fall is a season that I really appreciate.
I love the Autumn because it's great.
Up came the sunshine richly golden,
Until the afternoon of deep orange,
When fragrant blooms had their way!
Richly golden to deep orange, then-
Burgundy down.
Burgundy down.
After that all day color light show!
For during every hour nature awaits,
The loving hand of the Master of Fates!
He guides bluejays and paints blooms,
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pink plum and rose red
the sky melts rich colors
bliss between extremes
spring kitchen, sunny
a bowl of lemons and limes
light trails yellow walls
cardinals in trees
violets on window sill
views of green garden
magnolia days
come waltz into spring beauty
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pink plum and rose red
the sky melts rich colors
bliss between extremes
People often walk on that pathway of gold,
Where sunlit yellow leaves are joy manifold.
Natural pleasures draw crowds back always,
To view the painted alley, like in days of old.
The path is lovely, in sun phase or moonlight-
When the vocal night birds steal its limelight.
Fall plunges one in color, beneath deep blue,
And it's a beautiful course, noon or midnight.
the sun rose lemon
wildflowers speckled the grass
marigold gardens
the skies were orange
with touches of red and mauve
the wind burst with sound
colorful birds sang
their mystery treetop songs
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Sunset spill,
Evening thrill,
Serenade,
Creeping shade,
Summer stroll,
Frog on bole,
Moonlit trees,
Pleasant breeze,
Hoot owl hour,
Rose power,
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