Short Southerly Poems

morning’s cold whisper

a moment’s flurry
disappears

a southerly breeze
warms my heart
hopes of spring
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Summer's cool. Sea's conjuror!
The petrel's wing.
Wave, up-frothing.
Til dimly thickens, fearful
Who's pout's threat, shakes
Sky's, the spell breaks....

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Southerly breeze at my back
   Curlicue clouds in the sky
Folks sport sunny smiles
   A privilege to be alive

It's Spring after Christmas
   A treat for body and soul
Santa's stayed on in Chicago
   Why rush back to the North Pole?...

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Tui birdsong starts again, melodious warbling 
              bitter southerly wind still bites 
              sleet, horizontal and cold, flattens the daffodils
sudden rays of bright warm sunshine 
race over paddocks
              vivid green grass juxtaposes clear blue sky
Earth warms...

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As the earth leans into the sun, 
mother natures favorite 
daughter awakens from her 
cold deep slumber and shakes 
off her snowy blanket. Her eyes 
wide and bright reflecting 
warmth, the breath of her yawn 
a southerly breeze, and her 
arms stretching and extending 
with flowers from the fields. 
Spring has finally awakened!...

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Solid gray soft clouds slowly flow
Southerly then they stop
Is the rain about to pour down
The clouds their moisture drop

The crickets don't seem to mind much
They sing in soft chorus
But the roosters are quiet now
No crows making a fuss

I wonder if they wonder if
The sun has lost its way
Or if it refuses to work
'Pon such a cloudy day~~  ...

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Red brilliance against a backdrop of snow
                    cardinal hops looking for food. I press
                    my nose against window and watch
                    bathed in the morning glow.
                    Bare branches wave in southerly breeze.
                    Soft breeze plays a hopeful song,
                    my waking call for spring....

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I meander along lonely as a cloud
with nowhere particular to go,
when the chill of a wild southerly
rushes with purpose over the brow
blows me north to join many more.
As I gaze towards a bane barren land
i sense the plight of desperate farmers
sadly, looking our way with a plea,
rain rain stay, please don’t go away
drifting up to complement our tears.

© Harry J Horsman 2020...

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The factories long disappeared,
Silent structures still stay;
And more drugs than dreams have appeared,
In Kensington today.

The north of the Ave has its shine,
Less fine, southerly way;
Best Philly, and worst, intertwine, 
In Kensington today.

Six miles, in a small corner curled,
“What matter?” you may say;
Well, the world is here, here’s the world,
In Kensington today.
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There once was a man named Lee,
Who was called General Lee
His full name was Robert E. Lee
He was from the South
He was very Southerly

When the big fight broke out,
You could always count on Lee
To answer the call of his fellow brothers
He fought for the South
Very gentlemanly

When he lead, everyone followed
For you see, there was no one better then Lee
A rough and tough, till the very end
We Southerns will always miss you, General Lee....

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