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Note to self
Midsummer –
seems the sad-eyed Fall
has inched in
year on year
how long ’til we see April
weep buckets of bloom
Fly by night
the waking hours
I recall
still quite young
something like a wilful end
in February
Balderdash!
you’ve ages to rock
up from birth
this July
blow the count of candle light
drink in each moment
© Laura Granby 2016
back with a brief birthday shadorma to link up with Poetry Pantry…and up next is my guest collage poetry prompt @ Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – give it a go!
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Love the image of April weeping buckets of bloom…
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can see sadness even in Spring!
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“drink in each moment” the readers could only wish for many happy returns of such moments of glow….
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many thanks and well spotted Sumana
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I can only watch enviously from the chill of mid-winter.
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how easy to forget there is another hemisphere!
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The seasons still do their rounds but we seem to hurry ours as we get older.
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so much so they are starting to blur into each other!
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Beautiful words – and excellent advice.
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many thanks Rosemary – I must now take it
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This is absolutely stunning….!
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❤
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Am I detecting it is your birthday LOL? Love “blow the count of candle light. Drink in each moment.” Yes, do. Still many birthdays ahead for you!
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we cannot know but we can make the most of the ones we have!
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Luv your images. Your Verse One is my favourite
Happy Sunday
Much love…
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that was the one that had been rolling around this summer
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Really enjoyed this–sad eyed fall–your imagery is beautiful
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lovely words from you Audrey – thank you
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I am detecting a birthday too…and so I will Happy Birthday if it is you Laura!
Sometimes I feel ‘sad-eyed Fall’ catching up with me, but I am with the poet….I’ll take April weeping its buckets of blooms! Enjoy your day….
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thank you Donna – it was a happy day. But the sadness of time passing seems to leak further and further into the seasons so that soon Spring will mourn
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Love the imagery throughout, but those last three lines are my absolute favorite….so wise and poignantly worded 🙂
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thank you CC – bit of a slap in the face of my tendencies!
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Indeed! “Drink in each moment” says it all!
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well I think I managed that Beth at least for the day!
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In Sweden there is a saying
“Summer is the best day of the year”
Winters are long and it always seems to take forever for spring to arrive but once the sun returns everyone goes outside and just soaks it up like plants
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and still we complain that it is too hot, too muggy 29.7 in London yesterday but yes summer is the best of days, though Autumn when it tarries can be gorgeous too
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I think all the seasons have their charms. When I lived in a warmer climate autumn was definitely my favorite in the mountains with the leaves changing but in Sweden summer or perhaps late spring are best. This summer has been very warm!
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