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Sonnets for the Seasons
Monthly Archives: October 2015
Complaint
You’ve taken so much from me: the ability to wish hair-trigger responses wee-hour thoughtfulness hyperacute senses the habit of hopelessness. All I have left is this: everything I might have wished for peace and understanding of my world deep, restful … Continue reading
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Tagged Aging, growth, love poetry, marriage, married D/s, Papabear, Poetry
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Love and Language (sonnet)
You are my language–every part of speech– Your hands my verbs, your sweet embrace all nouns. In every glance a modifier, each One coloring my world, your smiles and frowns. But more than that, your sentences give shape To all … Continue reading
Garlic Haiku
Deep in sunlit mud next year’s garlic sleeps and dreams of hot summer breeze
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Tagged cycle of seasons, Garden, growth, Haiku, organic gardening, Seasons
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Long Distance is No Distance
Summer sun touches us On this cold, wet day In the smoky taste Of these roasted poblanos. Our son’s smile reaches us From a far country In the flurry of photographs We see every day. Silly smiles and raucous laughing … Continue reading
Nature’s Halloween (haiku)
Rain turns tree trunks black– October orange painted leaves– Nature’s Halloween
Song for the Turn of the Season
Soon we come to Samhain night’s Darkened sun and meager light, Birds of Summer taking flight Seeking warmth in climates bright. We acknowledge harvest’s end, Thank the Earth for all she sent, Store it well so we forfend Hunger as … Continue reading
Gentle October Rain (tanka)
This sky does not weep: it washes all the earth clean making all things new, as a mother bathes her child as gentle and as loving.
