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Sunday Sonnet!

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I did not choose this domicile to root,
Secreted by rough rocks and sunless trees,
Few passers-by venture this way on foot,
Though being in the leeward of sea-breeze;
My advent here divined by God of Chance,
Who grasped my latent life on Zephyr’s wing,
Where merrily I led a fulsome dance,
Unceremoniously me here to bring;
Within my nature lies the will to be,
No matter where or how I find myself,
Transmuted from potential into me,
According to the Oracle of Delph;
And now you see my pretty yellow head,
Intent on bringing joy, sans tinge of dread!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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🎶

Now that the sun has gone to take his rest,
And we have eaten our own evening meal,
We eagerly await our garden guest,
The little redbreast to bird-feeder steal;
While other feathered friends will come and go,
Throughout the day with little or no rest,
Our robin, at sunset, flies to and fro,
As though he comes to feed at our behest.
He sits on perch and lifts his handsome head,
I’m sure, he knows we’re watching from within,
He senses there is naught for him to dread,
Secure as he would be with kith and kin;
The mysteries of Nature none can plumb,
Replete with marvels rendering many dumb!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Caressed by gentle early morning breeze,
Their little yellow heads turn to the sun,
Their eager little spirits to unfreeze,
That searching lonely ramblers may have fun;
Sweet lark salutes the day with joyful song,
Resounding o’er somnolent, rolling field;
Anon they will be hosting feathered throng,
A matchless chorus for the heart to yield.
Heralds of Spring, you are, fair daffodils,
Pregnant with pristine beauty, unsurpassed,
The dream of hope in lonely hearts fulfils,
Whose warm embraces transience will outlast.
Though brief your visit be each passing year,
Your sight is balm to many a lingering tear!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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A smiling stillness bathes the sunlit wood
Enhancing Autumn colours of the leaves,
As ramblers idly amble, feeling good,
Engaging flights of fancy none perceives;
Few bees, with butterflies, caress fair blooms,
Imbibing nectar, gathering fine spores
To place elsewhere, like dedicated grooms,
Transition oft accomplished without pause;
Attend, the charm of Nature to behold –
Let senses, all, the miracles embrace
And open souls be filled with joy untold,
Becoming of a gift of Divine Grace;
If wonder be the basis of all being,
Then ponder be the reason for all seeing!

©Meanderings 2016

Sunday Sonnet!

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As float fair cirrus in the evening sky,
In harmony with jovial gliding gulls,
So moments of kind thoughts respite supply,
The end of day fatigue with calm annuls;
Too little do we hear the voice within,
Or heed what Mother Nature shows without,
Preoccupied with life’s perpetual din
Until neglected soul is spent by drought;
Then, driven by the spirit to survive,
Priorities, alas, must re-allign,
Lest suffering forever we contrive,
Constructive life to dustbin we consign;
Embrace the timely caution proffered here,
Adorn the precious soul with tender care!

©Meanderings 2016