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Tag: fresh

Summer Spell     …via sista stein

Summer came shimming up, shooing, shamming
shining up;
humming
hopping
hashing up
     my fragrant true
Tell my zig,
     my simple do tell
I am not
When shining high
High in blades of verdant limbo
Carry well your bushy pride
 
Summer came shimming, shooing, shamming
Clamor on my cheek of chill
Reach in deep and find a charm
A charm of cane
Of cane and purple
Humming and hopping
               my fragrant true
 
 

What Bloom

What Bloom
challenges
my heart
in the spring of sweet love
fresh love —
not new
love
but old
 
love
 
older than cherry boughs
     parched in splint’ring droughts
older than Frost’s beatings
older than fall’s leavings
 
seasons old
my blossoms BOLD
head;  then shout
     abiding love-touts
 
how dare a bloom
though soaring
loom
proclaim a flush
     of unfleshed brush
This Blush
Divine
     stained over time
 
no compare
 
i bloom
i dare
     where
love changed the air,   to bring to bear
my Fleur;   my
spring
freshed
          love affair