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Tag Archives: seasons
Solstice
Look: for a minute the light takes over dark as the great wheel turns. Then, in the next span of now, the shadow always grows back. There must be balance in our illusion of two – no up without down, … Continue reading
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Tagged balance, emptiness, poetic forms, seasons, solstice, tanka, waka
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Seasoning
Time knows no season; Spring doesn’t turn to Summer in just one moment. The now is all that exists. You cannot measure its span. Life did not begin; it is always here and now. It is infinite. Before you take … Continue reading
A Thing Gets Old: ottava rima
A thing gets old because it starts out young and in the spring has little or no care; of consequence and karma, yet unsprung in early life, it remains unaware. Perhaps in early August, comes a sign: an aching in … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, aging, Italian verse forms, ottava rima, poetic forms, seasons, youth
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Let the Cold Wind Blow
Let the cold wind blow, let the weak spots show, let the gray hair go ’til it’s there no more. Let the days roll by, let the hours fly, let ’em say goodbye ’til it’s you and I. There’s just … Continue reading
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Tagged companionship, contentment, devotion, happiness, living, love, seasons, Sondra
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I wonder if like days
I wonder if, like days that start to shorten and slowly cede their hours to the dark, each hour’s breath becomes much more important, because it marks the dying of a spark; or if, because we pay it no attention … Continue reading
The End: a chanso
Again the end comes ’round. The nights grow longer still, and taint each daylight hour with hints of gray. A year is gone! Profound, how time escapes, and will elude our grasping power and run astray. Our clock is now … Continue reading
Midwinter’s Tale: a carol (or carole)
Joyous tidings! Dance and sing! Born, the sun, and with it, Spring! Birth and rebirth, life’s delight: in dark winter’s longest night comes the spark of new year’s light. Joyous tidings! Dance and sing! Life’s bright flame shines through the … Continue reading