A Weather Forecast

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Those days will come –

and then they’ll go,

with notable precision;

The rain will fall,

the wind will blow,

destroy what you envision.

But soon the sky

will tire of tears,

her raindrops’ stores depleted;

the sun will glow

with cheer once more,

and gloom will be defeated.

A Love Story

Morden Sunrise rose

 

Autumn blushes apricot,

bears her fruit and ties the knot

with Northern breeze and drizzly days,

copper-plating fall’s new phase.

Her Secret

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She radiates joy. Joy

sizzles and pops around her,

a force field of Sun in

miniature, multiplied –

reflected off a thankful

heart; its power persists

in shadows, transcends

rainy days, stands true

through fog and storm

and cloud and clear skies

alike. Her secret?

She spends time in the Light…

Snow Has Outstayed Her Welcome

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She’s always underfoot,

she gets in my hair,

she smothers my sidewalk

and obscures the air.

Her habit of blanketing

my windshield in white

is no longer funny –

I think it quite trite.

She outright refuses

to melt or to leave –

revenge is my hairdryer

shoved up my sleeve…