When wind is right for kite flying
And poui trees dress up for sight seeing
Even back then in lock down days
Nature still held to her awesome ways
No springtime for us
Even though we got the Sahara dust
Tis our Dry Season
© gillena cox 2022
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A season is a division of the year based on changes in weather, ecology, and the number of daylight hours in a given region. On Earth, seasons are the result of Earth’s orbit around the Sun and Earth’s axial tilt relative to the ecliptic plane. — Wikipedia
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It is a blessing that the seasons were the same despite lockdown.
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Nature, something we can count on for her "awesome ways" when everything else might fall apart. Wonderful Q writing to the prompt word, Gillena.
ReplyDeleteLike the effortless rhyming in this! JIM
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If this is your "dry season", when is Spring? Your poem is rife with good cheer regardless; nice work.
ReplyDeleteWe have only 2 seasons in our clime. Dry Season and Wet Season.
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"Even back then in lock down days
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Happy you dropped by Tzvi
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Every location has its own seasons, but thankfully, they keep returning.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed. Thanks for dropping by Kerfe
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The pink poui is just beautiful! Thanks for sharing so many interesting things this week. Hugs, Diane
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I hear ya’ Gillena. We have lotsa rain here, but decent semblance of seasons. And the rain makes things vivid green.
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and the seasons continued even when other life halted...
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Truedessa
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Love this part: Nature still held to her awesome ways.
ReplyDeleteAlso loving that photo of the trees.
Thanks for your appreciation Grace
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Beautifully done Gillena! You are right, nature is not intimidated at all by our woes!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Dwight
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I love your poem. As you have Sahara dust and pink Poui blossoms this season, we have Gobi dust and pale pink Sakura blossoms.
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Thanks for your appreciation Yoko
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Yes - nature remains awesome 💚
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by Marion
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Oh, the Sahara dust ... yellow and dirty, we had this too. You said it right. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful week. Happy MosaicMonday
Thanks for your appreciation Heidrun
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Gillena - I could not have made it through the pandemic without an escape to Nature and her beauty! Thanks for linking to Mosaic Monday!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Angie
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