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Tag Archives: spring
(Sub)urban Lawns: toddaid byr
The world is changed each day; each morning sun undoes as it is born. From yesterday it lets the seed we sow grow into what it needs. But what has come before is gone and past; last summer’s fading lawn … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cycles, mortality, poetic forms, rebirth, spring, time, toddaid byr, Welsh verse forms
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I Cannot Speak: rondeau
I cannot speak of what I’ve seen: the smell of bleach is on those scenes, and faintly, on each memory’s breath, a subtle scent of loss and death, with hints of joy and hope between. I hear the dripping fat, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, death, French verse forms, gardens, poetic forms, rebirth, rondeau, silence, speech, spring
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Come Up: englyn proest dalgron
Come up again from the earth; break through the cold crust and breathe! Stretch those limbs, no worse for wear; awake from your winter death! Rise up through the thawing soil, and drink the melting snow moist; with your rested … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awakening, englyn proest dalgron, poetic forms, rebirth, spring, Welsh verse forms
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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
Seasons After Spring
I’m just an outlaw over 40 with no airtime on the radio today where each hot new hit’s a retrofit of juvenile emotion and cliche; but I’m laughing at the demographics every time I get a chance to play ’cause … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, commercialism, country music, radio, seasons, spring, Waylon Jennings
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Spring Cleaning
Today spring cleaning must begin for real: let winter’s dull and hibernating dust find ends of brooms; quick, scour away the rust to let the nearing sunlight glint reveal the sparkled surface that has long been marred by candles and … Continue reading
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Tagged cleaning, domestication, relationships, seasons, spring, weather
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An Ostara Blessing
Today the dark begins at last to fade, the Winter’s fulcrum balanced with the Spring. Once great and mighty shadows turn mere shade, and green returns to color growing things. Rejoice! The world is born again from seed. It cracks … Continue reading