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Seasons in 17 Syllables: Winter to Spring

Seasons in 17 Syllables: Winter to Spring

Seasons in Seventeen Syllables

April 3, 2020

Tagged haiku, National Poetry Month, poems, spring

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Soft sun touching cold High eaves unbroken dripping February thaw

Sky gray-white flat close Cold drizzle softening ice Bitterness ebbing

Sodden-dark trunks rise Black mud soft-edged graying snow Green rhododendron

Sun-bereft morning Icy melting monochrome Evergreen broken

Gray-white hovers low Weeping away ice and snow Cold tears bear rebirth

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Very cool rock on an unseasonably warm day at the

Very cool rock on an unseasonably warm day at the beach

#summerinnovember
#lakeontario
#ilikerocks

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Gorgeous day. I got some time in the backyard (aft

Gorgeous day. I got some time in the backyard (after breakfast on the side porch 😊) before work this morning. ❤️
Buuuuuuuut... one of these things is not like the others... 🍁🍂🌸 🤔😉

I spent a little time at the lake yesterday. Ontar

I spent a little time at the lake yesterday. Ontario was restless and unsettled, the waves discolored and opaque with disrupted sand. I could identify.

My life feels so small, too small, at times. Yet in some ways too much to overcome.

Lake Ontario is large enough I can't see across. I couldn't hope to swim it if I had any inclination to try. It's vast, yet small, this inland sea. It's not even the largest of the Great Lakes. Contained between two friendly countries, it's not much compared to the Atlantic, the world.

Perspective. It's important. But what should be compared in my life? What should be seen in light of which of all the other things that make me me, and fill my life, and what about all those other things, all those other people?

I'm here. I'm not content, but I'm okay. I make choices, and they're mine. I don't let them chew me up trying to make them, and I live without regret.

I love that the lake has many moods and faces, as I do.

#lakeontario
#perspective
#mentalhealth
#itsmylife
#noregrets

I'm in one of my poetry phases... You want to kn

I'm in one of my poetry phases...

You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk the front lawn, pretending
to be weeding. You ought to know
I'm never weeding, on my knees, pulling
clumps of clover from the flower beds: in fact
I'm looking for courage, for some evidence
my life will change, though
it takes forever, checking
each clump for the symbolic
leaf, and soon the summer is ending, already
the leaves turning, always the sick trees
going first, the dying turning
brilliant yellow, while a few dark birds perform
their curfew of music. You want to see my hands?
As empty now as at the first note.
Or was the point always
to continue without a sign?

Louise Glück

#poetry
#keepmovingforward
#louiseglück
#2020nobelprizeinliterature
#thewildiris

#lakeontario #autumn #goldenfallsunlight

#lakeontario
#autumn
#goldenfallsunlight

Not my favorite season, but it can be lovely. Lovi

Not my favorite season, but it can be lovely. Loving the sunshine and walk by the lake.

#autumn
#fallbeauty
#autumnsun
#sunlight
#autumnleaves
#fallcolors

Predicted rain held off. Lunch and a bit of a read

Predicted rain held off. Lunch and a bit of a read outdoors yesterday after work at the library, and before some yard work. 😊

#amreading
#mildautumnday
#notreadyforwinter
#mybackyard
#supportyourlocallibrary

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