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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Its another cold morning in the month of May,
The snow has gone, but the cold spell has stayed.
We must dress warm in the cool morning breeze,
But by noon it will have warmed up by twenty degrees.
We shed some of the warm clothes through out the day,
But as evening draws near,you will hear somebody say,
Where has the warm Sun gone? it made it so nice,
Some kids were in shorts, riding thier bikes.
I cant wait for the months of June and July,
When the cold snap has gone, and kids jump for joy.
Yards are raked up, trees are pruned,
All must be cleaned up that winter has ruined.
Digging up the garden, planting new seeds,
Surounding it with a fence ,so the animals wont feed.
Summers are too short in this part of the world,
Its hard on most animals, even little squirls.
But the good Lord and His goodness, has shown us the way,
To reap all the needed harvest, and still have time to pray.
Zweige wie Filigran
verzaubern jetzt den Tag durch weiße Schleier.
Am Boden verlieren Blätter langsam ihre Farbenpracht
und nur allmählich legt sich Morgenlicht über den Rest der Nacht.
Im nahen Park jagt sich ein Rabenpaar
im Streit um ein paar Nüsse.
Jetzt ist die Zeit der Jagd.
Und übers Tal vom Wald her hört man schon zu früher Morgenstunde
der Jäger erste Schüsse.
Schon fallen tiefe Wolken schwarz
auf Straßen und auf Dächer.
Und feiner Regen zieht durch Nebelwände
und zaubert Farben auf die Straßen grell und bunt.
Die Berge in der Ferne werfen nur noch ihre
Schatten durch das Nebelgrau,
zu früher Morgenstund’.The Time of Autumn
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Brenches of filigree
Transform the day trough whiten haze.
Leaves are slowly losing colour on the ground
and morning light spreads gradually over remnants of the night.
Close in the park a pair of raven chasing each other
for some nuts.
Now is the time for hunting.
Over the valley from forest one can hear already at this early hour
hunters’ first shots.
Now deep black clouds descent
to linger over streets and roofs.
And drizzling rain extends to foggy banks
producing magic colours on the streets, glaring and gay.
And distant mountains only cast shadows
through the misty grey
at early morning hour.
The clouds are turning blue;
the grass awaken to the first heat.
flowers smile at each other:
daffodils, sunflowers and the like.
Morning glories awake, stretch their petals lazily
swaying to the morning breeze playfully.
The cocks are already crowing accolades
to the ONE who made all things.
The mooing of cows, among the cattle
clashing their horns, sounding like spears in battle.
The chatter of sparrows, the cawing of crows;
the crowing of cockerels, the twittering of swallows
all cry for the heavens to awaken.
Then the sky becomes tingly bright red,
orange; and the sun bursts out in dazzling yellow,
spraying the world with rays of hope, joy and laughter.
The birds burst forth, and then,
it sounds like morning in the Garden of Eden.
Dew sparkles like diamonds on the blades of grass
all creation rings with songs round about
to the God of all flesh, Creator of all things;
without whom nothing would have been possible.
And then, just as the morning deepens,
Moving caps are seen above the tall grass, going towards the fields.
Morning arose as any other
Speech of the cardinal and his significant other
Wet dew on the grass
Shimmering mirrors of glass
From his perch he sang as though he knew my name
Crimson and bold
And I am so old, as I am lame
Though I walked this path for so many years
This morning was different I bid him cheers
I could feel the change
The sun and how it was rearranged
Yes summer has gone and moved away
Retired to bring fall our way
I gathered my basket and tucked in to stay
I picked ripe red tomatoes and zucchini and herbs
A little dried sunflower for the birds
Those lovely green peppers and eggplant to
Harvesting the goods of my labor
The fresh tastes of summer, I savored their flavor
A pluck of a pesky weed or two
Before you knew it the morning flew
In for lunch and a sit on my rock chair
I drew the blinds
And closed my mind
And let life end in the breeze
The next morning came ,she ceased