Spring Skies (After the Dogs of Winter)
By marandina
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For Skye
Spring Skies (After the Dogs of Winter)
Winter months since passed,
spring promises warmer days,
bee-silk daffodils sing ballads,
cherry blossoms quiet hymns.
Seasons turn, time meanders,
canine memories fade to dust,
your black and white ghost
running in the eternal mist.
We climbed the ancient Tor
to look down on the Levels,
one man and his sheepdog,
sentries of age-old Avalon.
Pale blue skies like paintings
hung as metaphors of renewal,
unseasonal snows scattering,
melting on dank, warm earth.
I watch the orange-red hue
of this evening sun setting,
casting shadows across trees,
silhouettes calling for twilight.
Listless light of longer hours
beckons our new beginnings,
reveries from another life
replaced by dreamless nights.
Image free to use at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spring_(season)#/media/File:XN_Fruehjahrswiese_00.jpg
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Spring Captured in words
.... totally with ya on that*
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+ Sound Cloud Marandina
Sincerely = your a great story teller/reader... I wana evolve into that at some point.
In the mean time; I'm there soaking it in, professional lounge lizard style, head phones, lounge jammy's, a glass of fine red, feet, tilted back soak'n it all in.......
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This poem is absolutely
This poem is absolutely stunning Paul. Your metaphors are spot on, letting the poem come alive.
One of my favourites of yours and thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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Love bee-silk daffodils but
Love bee-silk daffodils but then the whole thing is lovely.
hilary
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Sounds a lovely place and
Sounds a lovely place and weather to enjoy the daffodils and other signs. Rhiannon
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Beautiful memories, Paul.
Beautiful memories, Paul. They'll always be with you. This is a marvellous poem.
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Memories
your black and white ghost
running in the eternal mist.
This brought back recent memories of loosing our beloved dog. A good poem Paul
Dougie Moody
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This is beautiful marandina -
This is beautiful marandina - and like you say, Skye will always be there in your memory. I still sometimes see my dog (long gone) out of the corner of my eye. I'm sure you will too
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one man and his dog, true.
one man and his dog, true. but more than that. also true.
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