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Another day comes
as the sun returns to shine
all seasons alike.
© 2020, forestlove
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Tag: seasons
Season change
Theme Thursday, March 15 – Season
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It’s a sentence in a prison – every season.
Locked inside it you will find
weather, climate, temperatures that drop or rise.
Once it’s over,
with a feeling of relief,
simply step on forward
to the next dream of release.
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Seasons change
and then again
You rearrange
your dress and habits
to suit the outside
with its measures
and bring about
all-seasons pleasure.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Image courtesy: Theme Thursday, March 15 post
Spring – American haiku
Haiku heights #108 – Spring
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the sun sprang
from behind the dark
light is on
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Image from: The Desktop Fun
Seasons
Seasons after Writer’s Island:
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Spring was late
As was summer last year
Or, did it happen at all?
Wind and rain is all I remember
Life itself seemed to postpone
its glamour and quiet,
its peace and caresses
Until all we know
is snowfall.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
Daffodils, by W. Wordsworth
In a beautiful day, here is something to match the mood. Remember the Lake Poets?
Daffodils
by William Wordsworth
(1770-1850)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a boy:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company;
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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