Cinque Terre, Italy - by Kookay
SEASONS MAY
Now that the Poui have gone shy of blossoms,
Blue green outline of mountains hem the sky line.
Grey clouds will skirt their way into many a morning
There to stay weeping,
Hushing excited thrill of dawn birds,
Shooing them off to hiding places.
Seasons come and sometimes linger before they go,
Ah but morning breaks, regardless of the
Her sun, dipping into the horizon of hours,
No matter how low.
SEASONS MAY © gillena cox 2019
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So gorgeous! How beautifully Nature reveals Herself to us with all the sights and sounds. A lovely capture. "Seasons come and sometimes linger before they go," Hmm. Don't like it when summer decides to linger.
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I love the magic of dawn, rising, no matter how low the horizon.
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Most of us really do look forward to morning, no matter the weather. Of course, night owls will disagree with me!
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My goodness this is breathtakingly beautiful, Gillena!πππ
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"...sun, dipping into the horizon of hours" such a beautiful line Gillena. I love it.
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What a sweet and beautiful poem Gillena. Made me feel good about being alive and able to witness dawn.
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Beautifully written! Like Sumana, I don't like it when the summer lingers too long. It almost always does.
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This poem really read well Gillena, full marks for you!
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I wake up to a heart full of joy each dawn, it's the storms of the day that dampen my mood. Lovely poem!
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Your words are so alive with colour and light. Just beautiful. Thank you!
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Wow love this poem Gorgeous images like "Poui have gone shy of blossoms" and"Her sun, dipping into the horizon of hours"
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Your piece is a poetic sigh, beautiful!
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morning breaks..regardless... that is so poignant.. and hopeful as well.
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I love this Gillena. And I enjoy seeing the morning come.
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Beautiful, Gillena - I love the alliteration in the metaphor ‘mountains hem the sky line’, and the way you’ve continued the sewing metaphor into ‘Grey clouds will skirt their way into many a morning’. And the final lines are stunning!
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Very true Gillena! It is a bother when seasons linger on contrary to expectations! It is upsetting to the orderly pattern one is used to!
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Happy you dropped by Hank
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