
doubtless Dubliners
take in stride their standing stones,
but not I
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doubtless Dubliners
take in stride their standing stones,
but not I
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July is midway,
roses climb, lilies dance, but
summer is half gone
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June’s mid-day glow
turned my daughter’s pale cheeks
rosy as flowers
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a still moment,
after the frenzied four winds
blew the dust away
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petalled, leafed and bare,
together through the long years
branches twined
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trembling magnolias
feeling the cold wind’s touch
each petal shivers
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orchestra of color
before the first flower blooms —
a rainbow of chairs
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after snowmelt,
the first flowers have
a special magic
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missing migrators
flying flocks disappeared south,
empty nests
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winter sunset,
even birds stop call-call-calling
to look up
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our bluejay jeer-jeers
amid newly-forming buds
before he disappears
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cold dust,
tree branches creak and crack,
brilliant sparkles blind
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