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The Temporal Clouds

In clouds of spring fresh whispy dreams prevail
They tell of joy as hope in hearts arise
With youthful frolic's yearning wishing wells
In fairytales seen through poetic eyes

In clouds of summer passion's featherbeds
We lay in love to drink ripe vineyard wine
In flames of sunsets heat fiery red
Burst in flares and sparks of golden skyline

The clouds of fall roll rich with mellow grace
They sate the soul's peace insurmountable
Contentment slows her dulcet angel face
Harvest's muse drifts ripened and bountiful

Winter's clouds tell fortunes bitter cold end
Deathbeds lie still our resonance to mend


June 6, 2020

Brian's Select 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand

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Date: 6/15/2020 6:10:00 PM
Hello Lonna Biodgett, Clouds are beautiful nomatter what shape they are in. Yes at times some colors can be seen in the clouds. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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Date: 6/8/2020 5:38:00 PM
Lonna, this is so gorgeous in the arc of seasons and clouds and the story of a love that holds together "till death do us part". Your colors and imagery are all exceptionally chosen and fit perfectly within the confines of the sonnet's small room. Congratulations with Brian and best wishes in the Summers Heat contest. Many blessings ~ John
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 6/8/2020 6:04:00 PM
I thank you ever so much John! I love the fact that you read through the significance of what I am trying to relate. That is a gift to me!
Date: 6/7/2020 8:58:00 AM
What a beautiful sonnet Lonna!
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 6/8/2020 5:51:00 PM
As ever dear poet friend, I thank you for your words of kindess and support.

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