April 27
just counting the days
these chrysanthemum petals
still they do not fall
.
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just counting the days
these chrysanthemum petals
still they do not fall
.
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two blackbirds
Mr and Mrs
cock their heads
listening
feed on daisy peppered lawn
springtime tea
.
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greener now
sycamore starts gold
new leaves stretch
warmth and light
succour them with chlorophyll
summers verdant growth
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dappled sunlight
the moving fragility
of expectation-
the winds whisper
I didn’t just catch
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Another morning
drowned in tears
living on the edge
of life
Another family
precariously perched
anchoring their hopes
on life
Another prayer
in meditative pose
searching for the answer
for life
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all that sky
nothing up there
but sleeping stars
hopes and dreams
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This morning
the sky is open
the universal light
well and truly on
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my mind
as blank as my paper
no pen required
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. How can nature be so cruel
. When all around is spring
. Are we now supposed to cry
–
. And is that azure in the sky
. The limit of eternity
. Should we now die
–
. While new life is all about
. Nature blooms and young birds sing
. Yet I have lost my song
–
. If there is yin
. If there is yang
. Where does the balance now belong
. (C) EPM April 2020
in lockdown quietness
pine cone
clicks opening in the suns warmth
.
another
small
moment passes
.
(C) EPM tauku-piku
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