Autumn June Poems

Spring sashay this way 

Oh look a little babbling brook a classic country scenic site 
Listen to its babbling bliss It is like a greeting...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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It was a thirty-one day March to get to May
Then when April approached I opted to stay
But us living together
Was all stormy weather
Until June smiled...

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My Horses and Me

The long endless praires
Welcomes use daily 
Relentless they are hot 
But a home
Sun burns us together
With its full power
Making me and my...

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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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Pleasant greetings June,
You bring with you the rise
Of a new brimming full Strawberry Moon
The last full moon of spring.
Amid your warmest longer days
And the shortest...

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September’s almost coming to its end. 
The shining green that clothed the trees in June
Has darkened as the shorter days impend;
Their battered leaves will presently...

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When spring comes to an end it's time for summer to begin.
June, July and August are the months that are the hottest.
Shinning like a diamond...

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fall, the trickiest of them all, 
is pretending
-again-
to have fallen in love with summer

taking her to dinner each evening,
giving her the room 
to play during...

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It has been beautiful, late August, full moon
a million crickets following
a million fireflies in June, 
a million May peepers. Immersed
in insect, amphibian cycles, I am...

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A renewal of the space,
Of gravity, time, allowance,
New creations, new life.
Revival spread through the lands and the hearts.
This is our father’s creation,
The beauty, mind boggling.
The...

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As I’m pushed away by summer’s breeze
Flakes of white fall upon my brow
I wish for the earth beneath to freeze
To shield me from how days...

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If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the...

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Sitting watching a June summer king establish his reign over hazy hills and dusty dales,
I could just hear a sharpened scythe's ring across green fields...

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