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Elegy Seasons Poems | Elegy Poems About Seasons

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NOT THE CRUELLEST MONTH

How can there be despair when the entire
natural world is unfolding with new life?
When the anhinga alights from the Nowhere
he was, into the Somewhere you are, negotiating 
his spectacular landing, spreading out his 
Gulliver wing-span to warmth and healing on 
the grassy knoll that rolls down to the lake, which 
manmade it may be, but the green-gold ducks 
don't know that.  They swim, they scan,
they disappear into its mysterious depths  
for what nurturance is there.

How can there be sorrow when the male cardinal
darts across your line of vision with his red reality
twice in the same day into the Crape Myrtle
as it readies to burst its rooted heart?  And, when 
he comes again at dusk to rest on a budding 
branch to sing a  song you never heard before--
allows you to tell him how beautiful he is,
but when you ask him to stay, he darts away
because you are not the regulator.

How is there is no blessing when the stone-
gray Buddha in his prayerful place on your porch
with his folded hands and bare feet reminds you
that the gods we honor do not always look like us? 
Or, when the Northern mockingbird who fell in love
with the South offers his limitless songbook
in the Laurel Oak, that wise grandfather, whose 
leafy language writing the Braille of the senses
says Hold On, Hold on, and So, you do.





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slain yonder eye

in foul folic grain, 
lay quid’s worth teal of guilt,
slain yonder eye 
held pelt polled tax, 
near terra gar fear wilt…   


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Ice Cold

I see you there
While your swarms of light surround you
A typhoon could hit,
And you'd still stand just as still
Your expression unfaltering through it all

 
It is spring now
Your name smells like flowers
But the rose
Of your cheeks is gone
Winter frost clings to your hardened face

 
Your eyes were rich
Like sunset on planting soil
Warm earth to sleep on
Now I sleep in the trees
I always get frostbite from the cold ground

 
A touch of your skin
Would make my heart melt
Last time we met
Gliding your arm underneath my robes,
I shivered
You were ice cold


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September in Portugal

Portugal in September. 

Perfect translucent day and I can see the peculiar nature again, 
as it is no longer a blur of glaring sunlight. It is like meeting 
an old friend, one who was rumored to have died, in a country 
I will not see again. Evergreens, carob and olive trees lost in 
the mist of time, forever alone in the transience of seasons. 
I also see glimpses of the sea it doesn’t interest me, not today 
anyway, but I do notice it is deep blue and has white sails on. 
On my scooter I drive across a narrow bridge they have been 
working on so it can take heavy lorries, a road is being built 
somewhere out of sight.  Wish I were a painter, fair clouds on 
azure sky, could be smoke signals sent by an Indian tribe yet 
to be discovered, I see the past and future at the same time. 
Bewildering, do I drive in a landscape of ancient dreams?
I better stop find at a café, drink a “Bica” (coffee) before I fade 
into the mystery of nature and can’t find my way back home.


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Springtime Spell


…And there’s a naked lady
On a rocky shoreline, I see

Her beauty, a pinkish smile
As I, the lover, pass her by

The jolly rhythm of the sea
Has a great resounding plea

The rain will not fall today
Though, the sky’s real gray

Sweet laughter in the wind
Hers touches my worn skin

I plead thee, O careless tare
O let you not disrespect her

For she, truly, reminds me
Of my ever dearest fantasy

Every time her beauty I see
Whilst I drink my morn tea