Seasonal Affect
Of doves,
The sad music
Of the sea,
Your melody a mood
And your song
Haunts me.
You’re the colours
Of the fall,
The Moon blurred
Behind a cloud,
Your lips and hair
Brighter
Than dawn’s gold hour .
Softer than rain
In the depths
Of the night,
Quiet as a swallow
In silent flight,
You’re the wind
In Maples
A rush
Of sudden showers,
Sweet as the spice
Of spring's tender flowers.
We're ready for spring here in southern Cali... and I think we're on the brink.
Lovely, hopeful poetry... Thank you!
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Thanks, my friend. We're also looking forward to 10 days of mild temperatures and the last of the snow pack has pretty well melted away. Middlemarch isn't just a novel, it's a state of mind up here :)
I am so ready for spring and after reading your poem I am really really really ready. :-)
I am too - it's raining here and a little bit of thunder - very spring-like despite the snow pack :)
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thank you
A gorgeous piece of seasonal romance. Wonderful:)
Thank you, Pryde