Reddened eyes
Smart smote
Recalling tote
Bearing ice

Winter blues
Summer haze
Over largesse
Sets ablaze

Heat fireballs singe
Hail stones, jolt
Pouring rains and
Startling thunderbolts

Weather changeable
Prima Donna moody
Best be calm, not wilt
Let season do what it will!

A Tulip

Lip to lip
Warm translucent
Tip to tip
Luscious succulent

Blush rush
Bees buzz
Necking lovers
Kissing caressing

Green upon green
Tube dress sheen
Red top shocker
Yellow polka dotted
Tip to tip
Lip to lip
Hipped kip
Blooming tulip
Seasonal beauty
Vertical erect
Basking soaking
Sun rain air

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A Tulip- in reverse

Sun rain air
Basking soaking
Vertical erect
Seasonal beauty
Blooming tulip
Hipped kip
Lip to lip
Tip to tip

Yellow polka dotted
Red top shocker
Tube dress sheen
Green upon green
Caressing kissing
Necking lovers
Bees buzz
Blush rush
Luscious succulent
Tip to tip
Warm translucent
Lip to lip

pictures are by my daughter-in-law

A Tulip

Lip to lip
Warm translucent
Tip to tip
Luscious succulent

Blush rush
Bees buzz
Necking lovers
Kissing caressing

Green upon green
Tube dress sheen
Red top shocker
Yellow polka dotted
Tip to tip
Lip to lip
Hipped kip
Blooming tulip
Seasonal beauty
Vertical erect
Basking soaking
Sun rain air

***

A Tulip- in reverse

Sun rain air
Basking soaking
Vertical erect
Seasonal beauty
Blooming tulip
Hipped kip
Lip to lip
Tip to tip

Yellow polka dotted
Red top shocker
Tube dress sheen
Green upon green
Caressing kissing
Necking lovers
Bees buzz
Blush rush
Luscious succulent
Tip to tip
Warm translucent
Lip to lip

pictures are by my daughter-in-law

Winter dame sans merci,

Winter dame sans merci,
We surmise and concede
You wield great power
Patronize not, if you please!

Beast in virginal white flakes
Trails of freezing tears trains
Enticing unwary in frozen wombs
Who know not to avoid self invited tombs

Showering munificent pristine snow
Sluttish slush overwhelming, hard to mow
Queasy belly butterflies alarming
Spring has sprung, scram, get going!

pictures from internet-disclaimer

Spring Has Done Sprung

 
spring has sprung
leaves have rung
emerging from hibernation
joining in revelry in ovation

 
 
with bated breath we wait
sun’s upward unhurried gait
variegated colors of celebration
bursting at seams all over nation

 
 
early in the spring hope rises anew
new beginnings amending all askew
dew drops sparkling as diamonds
stringed and woven on trees fronds
 
 

early in the spring there is a splash
of color into green from a brown dash
lazily nature turns her face up from sleep
It’s joy wringing smiles from eyes that weep
 

Early in spring or winter summer fall
One sentinel remains stoic thru it all
Others may change color like a chameleon
Verde evergreen remains resolute as a lion!
 
 

Earth in the spring, springs into action
Suns rays give new lease to life in affection
Riot of colors send all the senses spinning
Nature gives its best performance grinning
 
 

Inexorably sun marches forward with its golden wand
Converting the forest drab into spun gold and the land
Flowers and petals and buds and butterflies and bees
All clap giggle and rejoice in gay abandon and spree

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Net picture of Butchart Garden, Vancouver, BC, Canada

Have seen these gardens and they are a visual delight! 

We are down not OUT

Ravenous dogs of winter came riding chameleon fall hearse
They fell on us brutally tearing flesh sucking our marrow
Satiated they bayed at the morose moon hanging in sullen sky
We mourn not violent rape yet again by heartless curs of winter

Wait! Hold on! Don’t you dare feel sorry for us please!
Our heads maybe bowed as we stand stark denuded bare
But we stand proud, dignity covering our bones gnawed clean
We have no rancor in our hearts nor do we vent our spleen

Just as death is inexorable implicit and the ultimate truth
Seasons too come and go and these bad times too shall pass
We wait to receive an SMS from the anklets of the summer belle
Borne by the wind carriers from across the mountains and valleys

They are the harbingers of good tidings when we will rejuvenate
Wear colorful threads over our threadbare spines stoically supine
We’ve been tutored and blessed by monks meditating in our shade
We will be reborn to flourish n nourish the air n every creature animate

We are alive
We will survive
We will thrive
We are down, not OUT

(first pic. is by sophie Carmalin- 2nd is from my son’s backyard)

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 I will Survive

 First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you’re back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you’d be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
’cause you’re not welcome anymore
weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I’d crumble
you think I’d lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
I’ve got all my love to give
and I’ll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I’m not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I’m saving all my loving
for someone who’s loving me

Winter Reverie

The once green tree lined street
Is cold and dismal with naked trees
Denuded by fall debarked by winter
Hanging on to dignity in pure starkness

The dogs still lift their legs in disdain
Trees wince from this indignity in vain
Holding on to hope of a better morrow
They know summer will mow their sorrow

Once again like models walking the ramp
Designer summer will green them to revamp
Sprinkle heady fragrance unique and delicate
As seasons inexorably change cycles replicate

Life too is like these avenues and trees
Cyclical in ups and downs in curvy careens
Hit or miss it is everyone’s lot implacable
Smiling regardless are the wise zen full

pictures are from the internet- not mine

Heaven’s white sprinkling on cookies
Flavored ice cream sundae’s toppings

God’s signature, an evenhanded distribution
All get it, be it modest abode, palatial mansion

Covering bountiful nature in a cloaking secrecy
White pristine face shining in innocent glory

Snowmen eating carrots n many a snowball fight
Giggling kids in bright parkas beating frostbites

Crisscrossing skiers, zooming zipping revelers
Celebrating seasonal bounty, winter’s thrillers

Southbound birds via skyway seeking safe havens
Animals and people emerge wearing coats mittens

Frosty brisk stepped up rhythm of life resonates
Rubbing hands, pink cheeks, warm hats on pates

 
Booted and suited, multi layered like a circular onion
Smarting eyes in chilly air, peeling unpeeling actions

Snow innocent pure driven guileless white snow
Gives both misery n joy like a troublesome beau!

ring-billed gull

all pictures from internet- not mine

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December Sunrise

Like a soothing warm quilted gold comforter

Glowing rays of sun extend higher and higher

Countless arms ready to fold and hold to heart

Beckoning shivering masses at dawn’s new start

Like a cheery glowing angel of light bright

Sun unfurls its golden wings on snow white

As icicles like sun catchers shimmer bright

And the winter’s white garment is set alight

Heartened at this dispel of night’s gloom n cold

Life quickens bravely emerging suddenly bold

Hustle n bustle and rustle for foraging to hoard

Making the most of this gift of light’s early goad

Night and day, light and dark join in a fray

One to freely self spread, other to give it way

Such is life also with countless joys n sorrows

One may have its day in sun, other a tomorrow

There is a reason for a changing season

Rite of passage, wait to bide or burgeon

Time to plough, sow, tend and then mow

Spring summer fall winter thus ever flow

(pictures by Jessica Gupta)

Cactus
 

Hostile storms
Searing winds
Shifting sands
Twinkling stars
Cooling scars
All witnesses
To my wars

I struggled
I pushed
I cleared
I rummaged
I fought
Uphill got
Peeped out

Thorny am I
Yet blooming
Fleshy hardy
Nurtured by
Martinets’ of
Nature thorny
Cactus am I

Hardy survivor
Unbroken spirit
A true warrior
Challenges met
And overcome
Hard taskmasters
Two- my parents

Nature nurture
Spawned reared
Toughened
Roughened
Roughed up
I am an indomitable
CACTUS

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The world is full of cactus, but we don’t have to sit on it. – Will Foley 

Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the
answer to everything. To ”Why am I here?” To uselessness.
It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down,
to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish
the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make
something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
Enid Bagnold
1889-1981, British Novelist, Playwright

(all pictures are from the internet- disclaimer)