Second Snow Fell

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“Oh Winter, so,
you decided to enter our lives once again?!”
Gun Roswell

Second Snow Fell

The prettiest of them all
Is a surprise snow fall
When pristine snow flakes
The dark earth shakes

For a moment all covered in white
Even the darkest of nights
Shines a wanderer’s path so bright
She cannot help, but smile
This nature’s artistic delight
Here to last, at least for a short while

Snow in November
Will soon return to the sender
And all the wonder and splendour
Will be replaced, with rain none too tender

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First Snow Fell

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“Oh Winter, thou art a heartless bitch!”

First Snow Fell

Snow fell
What the hell?
If you can’t beat it
Just admit it:
You are defeated!

Dig deep in the closet
For that ensamble snow set
And remember what you bet:
Not to another winter,
Will my foot inside set!

So now in my window
Watching the snow fall
Mind wandering to a climate warm
With only sunshine and no storm
As the snow fell more steadily
I was sighing quite heavily

But just remember
Those rainy dark days in September
Guess snow in October
Will lighten the mood and nature
To a state of less hature!?

September in Suburbia I five

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“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz

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September in Suburbia

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September in Suburbia I four

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September in Suburbia

Today
We are past midway
For the Autumn month
Of September

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September in Suburbia I Three

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“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz

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September in Suburbia

Did not promise much
But delivered more
And as such,
I truly you adore

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September in Suburbia I Two

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“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz

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September in Suburbia

You are soft
You are warm
You are colourful
Your are plentiful

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September in Suburbia I One

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September in Suburbia

Today,
We are past midway
For the Autumn month
Of September

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Tulips

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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore

Tulips

Tulips, gently swaying, in the warm spring sun
Their colour of the brightest red, indicating fun
Counting down from a multitude to one
Spring time is here: everyone has won!

Train Tracks

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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore

Train Tracks

Clickety-clack
On the train tracks

The finger taps
Someone, playing the sax
The birds along side, their wings flap
A gentleman, trying to nap
This is no place to relax
Just join this rhythmic parallax
Enjoy the beat to the max
For on this trip, no one pays the tax

Clickety-clack
On the train tracks

Piled Up

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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore

Piled Up

Piled up, for future consumption
Possibly, in a fiery combustion
Or at least, it was the assumption
The other option
To this odd concoction:
If you follow my suggestion
Maybe build a house instead?