April November Poems

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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In April everything was green,
a patch of blue couldn't be seen,
the orange sun was kept away with dire;
I lied down a scented blanket of emerald...
while...

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There is no morning that I'm not grateful for another day
I awake with the fresh coffee brewing and my cup standing by
waiting patiently to be...

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April 12, 2013


An ode to LIFE (AGBON)



The yesterdays,
The todays and even the uncertain morrows
In accordance to the law of nature
Are in a state of a...

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November skies bare all
Perched precociously 
Up stark naked branches
The old abandoned nest

Hatchlings of yesteryear
Outgrow familial nest
Leaving warm comfort behind
To spread their wings

Freely roam expanse of...

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My mother use to tell me that she had the ugliest color of birthstone, 
While she adored my month’s gem, an April beauty that was...

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foggy
november skies
over poppy fields



posted on April 27, 2019...

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The falling rain
Of late October
Fills me with essential dread

As I rush about
And end up here
Wherever here is

The rain outside
Seems like the tears of god

As I...

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I took a long nap
Made me wake in November 
 Starring for awhile  
At us and little April 

These seasons moves
From warm to extreme...

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September I first saw you 
October I knew I wanted you
November it was no longer just you
December everyone knew
January our love only grew
February i never...

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November and April
when the trees are first bare and last naked
have become my favorite months. All the food eaten
except last rose hips and earliest leeks.
Leaves...

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The April morning's quiet
and so is the November.
Wherever people outnumber trees
or the dominant cover type
is unquiet. Nothing wrong with that.
Walt got it right, and Jane...

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January first
First buried in snow
Never to recover from winter

February cold
February with its love
And gone to such a winter release

There was a March
March with spring flowers
Gone...

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I am November, the chilling winds
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well

I am...

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The days of March are dark and drear.
In April rain clouds still appear.
By May the weatherman we cheer,
And June is here, and June is here.

July...

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