Seasonal Musing

I realize it is just now Spring, down-under,
but the sentiment may still apply

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Slow Summer

The Spring breezes touched us like lovers
and gave promise of a glorious birth.
Yet there is always the touch of fear
that claims on our grasp of Mother Earth.

The Summer glare squinted at time's rush;
pansies giggling and dragons snapping.
The sleepy task full cart stood horseless.
There is no fear in snuggled napping.

Now Fall gives hint in colored display
of eager ripe dreams to quick fulfill.
My fear is that the sands fall too soon,
but oh my dear, my regrets are nil.