Spring morning’s dulcet wake up call,
Prompts instant recall,
Of wordless love songs to Fall.
No rush for Spring’s serenade to be over,
Nor avoid Summer’s sweet roasting turnover.
Instead, a momentary glance into nature’s seasonal refrain,
Pleasantly provoked and enjoyed again and again.
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Hi Suzette,
This poem is so very beautiful. It has a musical quality. Have you written a poetry book? I wrote a poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” in 2018. It’s on Kindle/Amazon. I just enjoy writing and reading poetry. I would like to read your poetry book if you’ve written one.
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Hello Jenny, thank you for the high compliment. You are most kind. I have not written a book of poems. Like you I just enjoy studying, reading and writing poetry. Blessings.
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You’re welcome, Suzette. I am writing a second book of poetry now. I love words and creating images with them. It’s a great avenue for personal creative expression. Blessings to you, as well.
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That is wonderful Jenny. All the very best with your second book. Happy writing!!
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I enjoyed your ode to the seasons’ passing and renewal. (The reason I need to live in a place with four distinct seasons.)
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Hello Liz, glad you enjoyed “Spring Falls.” I agree there is such riches to four seasons in nature. Thank your for your beautiful comment. Blessings.
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Hi!
J’aime beaucoup tes poèmes et celui-ci , en particulier.
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Thank you very much and Merci
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You’re welcome ! Tes poèmes sont jolis.
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