Some things are hereditary.
Not necessarily from parents or grandparents,
You can inherit them from elements.
Look at the Earth!
So shy and recluse and introvert
For the last few months of Fall and Winter
Is now romping on the ramp
In exotic costumes
Walking asymptotically
Assured of her grace
Wafting onlookers to the bourns of ecstasy!
On her trail
Even heavens grow goosebumps
For having watched her
Without batting an eyelid!
nature thrives on bestrewn oddness.
earth is tame in its fresh safeness.
the same for the rest of the world.
yellow, black, and white are all furled.
The geese there on guavas feed.
Cows may swallow the grass and weed
ripe cornflowers peep from the rows
Whelps and brats on each other's paws
From the loud roar of the flood tide
A swell choir of birds bourns each sighed.
High-pitched sparrows nod while they sing.
As crows with coal-eyes play pied string
calm and cool waters of the bay
clear and blue in the light of day.
but when darkness begins to fall.
it is the root sea's soothing call.
Written: March 30, 2022
LIFE’s STREAMS IN WINTER
The rivers, brooks, the winter bourns and streams
Seem all in haste, they flow in rapid course
With no time now for idle summer dreams
Compelled by purpose resolute with force
While gentle flows meandered then, no care
Nor firm direction, save to drift at ease
The waters now by constant vector bare
Implacably are drawn toward the seas
As I on my life’s woven course move on
Denying still a destination sure
I choose a path that’s not on lines pre-drawn
Nor tracked to end of dubious allure
I’ll drift at times in vales of tranquil winding
Yet disregard the banks that would be binding
25 December 2020
Winter Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Emile Pinet
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