Sunday Sonnet!!

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As year pursues each year into old age,
Our limitations grow in limb and mind,
Sometimes with thoughts from life to disengage,
Good grace adjures, to gratitude be kind;
Delight of halcyon days in summer sun,
Distress when buffeted by winter storm,
Each gifted season proffers everyone
An opportune, their living to perform;
Some traverse rough terrain in their pursuits,
While others savour privileged advance,
All shall inherit designated fruits,
None can the fated levelling end enhance.
Though plenty pain in what is gone before,
Much more salubrious pleasure, to be sure.

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Beneath the freezing splendour of thick snow
Awaits the vernal birth of crocus hue,
As rising waves of warmth their balm bestow,
Signage of nature’s rebirth shall ensue;
As certain as the flight of winter’s woe,
Essential to the circle of all being,
Anticipate advent of summer’s glow,
When some to distant climes shall go a-fleeing,
Thus interact the rhythmic cogs of life,
Regardless of the whims of creature-kind,
Whether it be in harmony or strife,
The laws of nature are in gold enshrined.
The present to the future shall succumb,
The past without exception to become.

©Meanderings ’18

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Too soon the Winter sun in western sky
Declines, as though in fear of pending Night,
So little time for aged to say ‘Hi’,
Their darkened spirits to be filled with light;
Restricted to the friendship of four walls,
By ruthless limitations of old age,
Vicissitude of Winter’s whim forestalls
The yearning heart, fair weather to engage;
O, that the warm embrace of Summer’s sun,
The cold, dark days of Snow Queen would displace,
A brighter mien to bring to everyone,
And smiles return to every sullen face.
Pray, tarry not much longer Blessed Spring,
Great harbinger of joy for all to sing!

©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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Sunday Sonnet!

Their squawking riles the residents around,
Aggressive when considered under threat,
Along the sea in Summer they abound,
Forcing a neighbour to protect her pet;
Fiercely protective of their fledgling young,
A cry for ‘Help’, receives a mass response;
Dive-bombing and a blanketing of dung,
Potential predator shall soon ensconce;
And yet, ’tis well they scavenge for their food,
Essential to keep Mother Nature clean,
For, though their presence many would occlude,
Much rather should environment be green.
For each a place in Nature is reserved
That Common Good be readily preserved!

©Meanderings 2016