Oh for the days the Sun did shine
To feel a warmth upon my face
It brings a smile to everyone
In Winter time our worlds a desolate place
The Clouds rush by and rain doth bring
Or even a Snowy glistening glow
A slippery surface under foot
With a severe coldness well in tow
But as Spring approaches so does the Sun
It’s a bit brighter and warmer now
......
Time changes with life and life changes with time.
October grows too old,
Hobbling backwards
With the burden of years,
On the sinuous alcove of time,
Tenebrous and feathery,
Her hidden lamps blinking furiously
At the silhouettes of wasted days.
The wasted leaves of autumn
Break forth and dance down
......
They fall from grace to grass,
aged, scorched and dehydrated,
fluttering away further
the vanity of previous
greenness and elevated times,
reminding us of the fragility
of life,
the futility of striving to hang on
when time is up.
For the first time
Heralding a long-awaited approaching spring
Through newly budding bare branches and gray woods
Low growing violet early flowers defiant and pouting
Sat in purple repose
Velvet leaves veined hands soft emerald green
As wild saplings wild and unkempt battled the march come winds
The earth presented its gift of homage to the departing cold
......
the days are filled with colors
in all the possible hues
spring through winter, down the years
on land sea or sky
lives immersed in radiance
burnished dawn to ruby dusk
thrill to the vibrant frenzy
'til purple black night
Oh for the days the Sun did shine
To feel a warmth upon my face
It brings a smile to everyone
In Winter time our worlds a desolate place
The Clouds rush by and rain doth bring
Or even a Snowy glistening glow
A slippery surface under foot
With a severe coldness well in tow
But as Spring approaches so does the Sun
It’s a bit brighter and warmer now
......
starling on water
in a reflection of moon
dreamy dawn maroon
otherworldly blooms
bestowed by summer just past
time's going too fast
dewdrops pink roses
scents as I come out the door
......
eyes dazed by magenta blaze
skin torn by piercing thorn
blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn
she knows her season is done
a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun
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Die Bäume flüstern
in Farben,
die vom Abschied erzählen.
Blätter fallen
wie vergessene Gedanken
auf kalte Wege.
Der Wind trägt
den Geruch von Zeit,
......
The cicadas hush their final song,
the daylight fades,no longer long.
A cooler wind begins to play,
and sweeps the golden heat away.
The leaves blush early,touched by flame,
as if the trees forget their name.
The skies turn soft with evening's hue,
a gentler shade of fading blue.
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