Last year’s garden. this year, too much rain and not enough sun. The tomato plants are stunted in their cages…it will be fall before we get some. Sigh. But the mosquitoes are doing marvelously!
Spring/Summer Poems…
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A mourning dove cries
It is such a mournful sound
Perhaps a fierce owl
Has made it a widow.
Oh! It breaks my heart, her cry.
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The sound of frog-calls
In the pond floats a pale moon
Fresh life is stirring
An early owl goes hunting
Wise mice scatter for cover.
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Thin, silken breezes
Float upon a green-ribbon
Of spring—pale season.
Scent of lilies, myrtle, plum
Arouse bees from slumber.
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Restless and confused,
Birds cry out, sky darkening
Rain lashes, flooding
Freshly planted fields drown
Wind sails red tiles from roofs.
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Pale lavender sky
Balances the moon and sun
The scale shifts to night.
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Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2017
Tags: Spring Summer Poems
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July 13, 2017 at 11:50 pm
These are so visually beautiful, Jane……so evocative of the eason. Really lovely.
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July 14, 2017 at 12:14 am
hello Sherry! Thank you so much. These are little poems, once I would call them tanka, but I have learned better. LOL! Hope you have better weather than we do down here. 95 or so and no rain to speak of. ugh. Blessings dear friend.
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