Spring Rain

bracing drizzle
love’s nudge
to hibernation~

nature’s
intravenous
solution

windfall shower
for hemorrhaging
flowers

heavenly
applause
for paused

painting is by Van Gogh

C’est Vie

Sun scalloped
Brownstone
Rooftops

Crowing
At stark
Tree tops

Trees stoically
Reticent~ holding
On to self dignity

Aware of imminent
Greening and laden
Branches teeming

Birds piling
Life upon life
Happily nesting

Seasons dawn dusk
Light shadows
Wax, bite dust

~ ** ~

Weather does
cartwheels

These days
Keeping

dress
hangars

Holding
hands

hanging
standing

confused
scratching

head
wondering

what will do
what not

the day
am upbeat

about
my selection

weather does
a number and

nosedives
perplexed

hat seller
on my

office corner
finds himself

edgy
should he pack

them away
or still sell them

today
summer stuff

like impatient
ballerinas

cool their
heels

in the wings
ready for debut

that may
or may not

be
soon

*painting by Edgar Degas

Autumn

Weaned leaves
Cackle in the wind
Ancient tongues wag

Denuded tree
Arms barren
Empty nest

Crimson fallen leaves
Vie with puddles of light
Who is brighter?

Autumnal weeds
Period of morning
Regenerate post hibernate

**picture from internet

rain

rain

ain

in

n

n

n

drop refrain

Heat loss

comfort gain

Rain patter

Baby prattle

feet- rattle

shriveled garden

self preens

slaked thirst

heat seared flowers

venting spleen

new sheen

reluctant grumpy legs

Pavements jeer

heavenly

Imprint on

memory

undulate

sway

In unison

Pray

To nurturer

supplicate

thank for

glorious

moments

in full bloom

and defiant jig

despite elements

hide n seek play

with radiant orb,

Joyous soak

sun, sea, wind

(de)stress, etch, to

masterpiece sketch

In mind’s  annals, for view

at will, heavenly daffodils

**

I was in the forest jumping around daffodils while everyone was high on heroin.

Rufus Wainwright, Canadian, Musician

Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don’t fill your thoughts, that’s your best season.  – Wu-Men

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

Corita Kent, American, Artist Quotes

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.-Thomas Moore, Irish, Poet Quotes

earth’s veins
humming chirpily
readying for furious activity
 

winters overstay
unwelcome guest- may you
leave in peace, not as pest
 

pleasure pain
life’s refrains
notes high, low
 

sickle moon cuts
heart of night dark
sun scythe’s moon
 

survival is name of game
weak may be meek, yet
are never quite beat
 

cheery cherry blossom
blossoms despite frost
toothless frost rendered speechless

Limbs of Winter
unsheathed by nature
chilled bones beseech warmth
from winter’s tepid sun