Sunday Sonnet!

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Soft, gentle zephyrs stroke the ripening corn,
Like rhythmic, dancing wavelets on the lake,
A skylark serenades still, peaceful morn,
Invoking all and sundry to awake;
Light, measured footfalls early rambler sounds
Append the purring of a turtle dove,
Though none of these, in any way, confounds
The master songster, soaring up above;
Angelic aspects of each gifted day
Present, untried, to all discerning hearts,
Let none such generosity betray,
Lest from this earth he fruitlessly departs;
Since Nature paints a picture so divine,
Pray, may I not such graciousness decline!

©Meanderings 2016

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Sunday Sonnet!

🎀

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!

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

Lanturne #5

Sun
Rises,
Blackbird sings,
Morning ramblers
Smile!

©Meanderings 2016

Sunday Sonnet #1

Kaleidoscopic colours flood the fields,
With over-generous glut of Nature’s bloom,
To all and sundry ambler pleasure yields,
No time or space for any kind of gloom;
The skylark, high above, its dulcet tune,
With gay abandon renders to the air;
The sun will reach its zenith after noon
When ramblers will to shady trees repair;
A gentle stillness permeates each breath
That dares to proffer praises to the gods,
While timid footsteps venture forth with stealth,
Leaving our grateful hearts to feel at odds.
There’s Beauty in this Life for all to share,
So seek and find these treasures, O, so rare!

©Meanderings 2016