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Spring green decorates the hills
Down in the hollow where the creek flows
Wild azaleas and mountain laurel appeal
As spring a masterpiece gently shows
Once I was in my spring of life
Born, grew, developed, lived, love flowed
Years passed into summer being a wife
Then fall came, how my life slowed
Those autumn leaves swiftly fell flowing down
Their beautiful colors slowly turned into gold
Then so many shades and colors of trees' crown
What a story their descent to earth told
Bare skeletal oaks, poplar, sweet gum and dogwood
Each shape decorated the drab countryside
A longing once again for spring to come if it would
But alas the last spring has come, and can no longer abide
IN THE NATURES OF LIFE
As is in nature,
I, too, have seasons of life:
All being blessed by God:-
Like old sage trees around me,
I’m still surviving each one:-
Affection I once craved
Giving anything for the feeling of being loved, enough, and heard.
Flirting given as easily as breathing
Kisses given as easily as a simple hello
Sex given as easily as a hug.
Now it's takes a backseat to the rest of life.
Hugs are now far and few between
Kisses now scarce
And sex feels like a rare, endangered species.
SEASONALLY READY: AHAIKU TRIO
Seasons of nature
Are as the nature of life;
Always challenging:-
Each season weathers,
Claiming its own uniqueness;
Just as do our lives:-
Live seasonally:
No matter which season comes,
Live triumphantly:-
I searched laboriously for you in the cold winter rains,
shivering from the shallowness.
I chased you on the hot, sultry days of summer,
feeling your presence hovering over me like a winged angel
with a message from God.
I felt you change me during the reflective, transitional days of fall,
with a promise of better times and abundant colors and joy.
I found you, though, quite unexpectedly in spring blossoms.
In my newness of life, for the first time, I felt whole.
Summer is a time of wanderlust and fun with long days and warm nights
A season to enjoy the outdoors as we cultivate our many gardens of life
The days are now getting shorter as nature slowly starts to rest into slumber
Hummingbirds take their last sip of nectar before their fall departure
Leaves start to transform from green into bright crimson, orange and gold
Gardens deliver their last bounty then rest as they become brown and drab
It will soon be fall, a season of anticipation of the upcoming holiday season
Homes decorated in harvest décor in gold and rust and with orange pumpkins
IN LIFE’S GODLY SEASONS
Death need not be feared;
It’s in the nature of life:
Seasons come and go:-
Seek a saintly life,
From your spring to your autumn:
Soaring in God’s grace:-
In God’s sown love,
Be a reaper of his grace:
Saintly ascending:-
The Moment of Spring
The valley at last in full bloom
Frosty nights
And wind machines in the morning
Flowers all calling
Buzzing bees in the day.
Everywhere greens have emerged
Fresh and moist and innocent
A wave of Life cresting
Before summer’s heat
Makes it all tired and dry
Dashed upon the beach
In its inevitable fall to winter.
But in this moment
There is only the spirit of renewal
The promise of abundance
And unbridled enthusiasm
Of Life simply living life.
(4/23/25)
Every Spring brings storms
because a new season has
growing pains, just as a new
season of life has such pains.
However, both kinds of seasons,
introduce beauty that takes your
breath away and calms your soul.
Four seasons fill a year’s fullness of time
and fills the core of human shell and gourd -
in that season of youth’s Spring balm its prime
will reap the honied hive of years endured.
And golden Summer so brightly spangled
from whence its firstfruits cling the swollen vine,
lest it not plucked lays withered and tangled
only to fall a spoil buried in time.
For circles of life ring the culling tree
when Autumn its rich shedding off has cast -
so begins the end, a fading glory
in the long shadows of lusting days past.
Winter too, when the cold hoary bark wets
and the pale mortal sun upon us sets.
Written: May 2011
Our Seasons hold knowledge of life and death-
from new Spring to Winter- in every breath.
Through Summer, Fall, Winter- never forlorn
since they know again- Spring will be reborn.
Cold dissipates as the Winter bird tweets.
Perpetual treat, that enters my ear, singsong
merriness, retreats all too quick, completes
its assignment, to the next neighbor, gets along.
Stillness of second Winter, naked oaks.
A seasonal painting as my window frames.
Upcoming Spring, the loss in April, brushstrokes
that paint a vivid scene, purple in flames.
Summer and Fall wedged in between, poking
the embers, sending smoke up the chimney hole.
On this side of heaven long days, never revoking
the pact to keep sealed in her urn, memories toll.
Still heaven is hope, hopeful days of endless sun,
seasons without pallor and pain, holding so soft
hands, hugging eternity, leaning on Tree of Life; one
family in the Lord; my mother’s eyes…I look aloft.
OF THE NATURE OF LIFE
(A Senryu Trio)
Seasons of nature
reflect the nature of life;
challenging changes:-
Each season weathers,
claiming its own uniqueness;
just as our lives do:-
Let’s live seasoned lives.
No matter the challenges,
live triumphantly:-
The springtime of our distant youth was when
we made sweet love beneath a silver moon.
The whole of life stretched out before us then.
Our future, a promise, a perfect tune.
Our silver moon, through time, would change her face
to hot summer red where our love did grow.
And our happiness, at one with life’s pace,
moved through the years in a soft gentle flow
Our love, strong and sure, was faithful to hold
Like heat tempered steel forged in the fire.
Our full harvest moon shone late autumn gold
No waning, nor want, in our fond desire
Life’s years have flown by, turns winter moon blue
But here near the end, our love still proves true.
Faruk Ahmed Roni
The river flows, it moves so free,
Waves break the banks, they sing with glee.
Youth’s light will shine, it marks the way,
Ties that we form, both bright and gray.
Golden skies, where clouds will twirl,
A lonely duck begins to swirl.
On wings of hope, it glides and sails,
Yet pain will breathe through misty veils.
When seasons change, the flowers fade,
The steadfast tree stands unafraid.
Across the sands, it seeks a spark,
For light in shadows, bright in the dark.
Yet life’s own path feels known, we see,
The search for joy, a mystery.
In dreams, we find our sorrows meet,
Who knows where bliss and heartache greet?
That timeless dream, a sweet delight,
A vision born of love’s soft light.
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