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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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Confronted by steep hills say not, I can’t,
Unless you know what lies within your means,
An insight which, to mortals, most, is scant,
For who can tell what lurks within the genes?
‘Impossible’ can maim the boldest heart,
Reducing what ‘can be’ to ‘cannot be’,
From thence, hopes, instantaneously depart,
Disabling human spirits to be free;
The blackbird renders fulsome morning song,
A gift by Mother Nature well endowed,
The blossom blooms itself among the throng,
Existence raison d’etre is thus avowed;
Engender in all beings self-belief,
Life cannot have a better leitmotif!

©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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As Janus bids farewell for ‘nother year,
Fair Februa, with cleansing undertone,
For some infer new life will soon appear,
For others, though, warm Summer soon is done;
While northern farmers ready soil for seed,
Their southern counterparts prepare to reap;
No need for either to succumb to greed,
For Nature services our every keep.
What shame that bounty be not fairly spread,
As everyone must bear the colder climes;
None can survive without the daily bread,
And none escapes reward when Death’s knell chimes;
Thus be the cycle of this mortal life,
Though some be deemed to burden undue strife!

©Meanderings 2017

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