Now gone
the white snowdrops
Summer blossoms replace
the yellow daffodils of Spring
now brown
Padre
Now gone
the white snowdrops
Summer blossoms replace
the yellow daffodils of Spring
now brown
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Viewing
bright Summer scenes
towards the Isles’ Solent port,
nodding to the fair passers by,
charming.
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I have tried to capture the feel of the painting and reflect the times reflected in its composition as well.
Late August days short
Nights now cooling, closing in
Dawn chorus delayed
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Arriving early
making ready for the throng
ever vigilant
lifeguards face the summer rush
and dream of autumn breezes
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Idle
words seem to leak
from thoughtless mouths agape.
Yet, lips kept tightly shut convey
wisdom.
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Eagle
with outstretched wings
so deliberately
perching upon my aching head,
please go!
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the dull median
colour pallet’s compromise
neither black nor white
vague in its neutrality
mysterious shade of grey
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sandy shores behind
instinctively seaward bound
objective unclear
great distances to travel
until the beach to return
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Labour
in gainful toil,
your coffers to enrich,
that when the weekend at last comes:
leisure.
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vernal
the birthing season of the year
emerging emerald
sun-kissed, refreshed
anew
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