Autumn Aubade Poems

Canticle: an Aubade
Michael R. Burch

Misty morning sunlight hails the dawning of new day;
dreams drift into drowsiness before they fade away.
Dew drops on the green grass...

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In the coldest zephyr,
I heard your voice as an elegy in the gust of wind

" I am the pen,
 and  you are my ink.
Together,we...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Did you suspect the quark, in the dark knit-work of matter?
Did you unravel the mysteries of the pyramids?
Did you guess the coral, seahorse and pearl,...

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Waiting for a brisk autumn wind
swept away the heat wave
Put out the fire-like light day after day
It roams the city as cheap love
 It drills...

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POEM 47 THE MASTER OF LOVE 



THE MASTER OF LOVE I WANTED TO BE SURE TO REACH YOU. 

THE MASTER OF LOVE THOUGH MY LOVE...

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Bronze Buddha chanting
While we pour wine, monk and I
At Tennoji temple...

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One hot summer day,
Unable to bear the scorching heat,
I was lying on the floor
In front of the portable fan, and
I saw 
My neighbour's two year...

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All appear denuded
When you set in;
Forests, hills, rivers, winds and
The nymphs.

Even the angels look disrobed, and
Seem lying spread-eagled on barren clouds,
Sans their birthrights;
The luminous crowns.

On...

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This is a difficult time
For us to paint our desires
On unstarched canvasses
For the benefit of those
Who expect masterpieces

Discoloured and faded
Are our once green forests
Where we...

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How many times one looks for it?
How many times one finds it?
I asked an old stone.
A long wide crack ran across its face,
Like a bad...

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The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, 
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy; 
For falsehood now doth...

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Living in love is now our habit,
While living with you,
you are now engaged in love with you.
You are the wealth of love.
You are very lively...

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This world is a show,
Now everyone is a liar,
No one is true now
This truth stops me.

Where to find here now 
Who wants the truth today?
It...

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Buds is a delicate flower.
The scent is smelling.
The four winds moving winds 
are blowing their fragrance.
Rivers out from the waterfalls.
The falling droplets are search
for their...

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