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SEASONS …

 

Gentle November Sea

Oh gentle November sea, do you hide the winter in your silvery depths?

Will you spit and blow in December?

Will you froth and bite in January?

Will you roar and growl in February?

And then will you becalm and kiss the sun again in March?

And in April will the Cherry petals float on your smiling waters again?

Oh November sea ..

 

December’s whisper

December didn’t wait …

On the first day through my window

it whispered : winter’s in the making

Will you find warmth as winds blow,

Why are you waiting?

Hold a hand, maybe a hug

will keep your heart from aching ..

 

Stubborn winter

Stubborn is the winter, hanging on

‘tis April you know, please move on

Red bloom ‘tis Camellia’s whisper

Is the spring listening, still in dither?

Buds galore, cherry, plum, cheering on

Are you ready and gay? the show is on

‘tis colour festival, goodbye winter

 

April Sea

Pale turquoise, waves gently rolling

April sea we’re back at your calling

No more tempest, roaring seas and snow

Instead, a spring’s hug, earth is warming

Cherry blossom beckons, the buds aglow

Pink petals, pale as maiden’s cheek in awe,

will soon ride the breeze,

float on your waters moaning ..

 

Summer, where are you?

Summer, where are you, have you lost your way?

Roses’ fragrance fills the air, longer is the day

Green are the meadows, pink the azaleas,

in their new clothes trees wink, branches sway

But cold is the wind, dark is a sunless sky

Rain lashes, lightning flashes, makes June cry

Summer, where are you, you come but not stay?

Light are the breezes, promise of golden rays

Hints of warm winds skimming the oceans,

hugging beaches of dreams, tanning and play

But the sea’s tempest, beaches abandoned

‘tis March again the forecast hollered!

Summer, where are you, must you fly away?

And over the weather you hold no sway?

Holidays we planned, faraway lands,

Summer kisses, sweat ‘n sand,

bring on heavenly heat, wouldn’t you say?

But ungodly wind in our face, we shiver in pain

Was it just a fantasy, did we dream in vain?

Summer, where are you, just a glimpse today?

What to do if the winter wants to stay?

 

 

Enemy

 

it’s ever been at the door,

and you must have known before …

Terrified going out you were …

You knew the terror of despair …

And Oh, the helping hands, so kind,

pushing you out even when you’re blind …

But the enemy .. ruthless, relentless,

knows no doors, no windows.

renders its victims defenceless.

You bolt the door though within,

no escape: misery, blackness …

 

Deep into a well of darkness you crawl,

rest your heart, numb your mind and hide your soul.

But those hands of kindness still pursue;

What else do they know,

to human folly they remain in thrall …

 

But the tormentor, slay you must

‘tis not the helping hand,

nor a demeaning glance,

your power is you and you just;

‘tis a tiger’s heart in you,

‘tis ancestors from beyond calling you

‘tis children yet to be borne by you

‘tis an adoring maiden,

whose love is treasure by you.

 

These weapons, dire and true,

your life to save, they’ll see you through ..