CYCLICAL SEASONS
by Luke Taklo
I.
Woven with the wind
the leaves,
like the stoplight
have turned a cardinal color.
Detached
Descending
Departed
like dreams buried
in a pyramid of resignation.
Once strung taut
between two trees,
a tightrope let loose,
now lying limp
on the forest’s floor.
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II.
White like the feet of a fox
lying down softly
stalking it’s prey.
One after another
the flakes settle and shift
like the earth’s plates
shaken by disaster.
The sun whispers it’s resolve
muffled by a blanket of clouds
unfurled across the atmosphere.
Through those gray days
in the coldest moments
peace still a partner.
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III.
The coils compressed
from winters wait.
The new moon waxed
like the eyes of the bear
awoken by rain’s rhythm.
The countryside cleansed
from its blemished snow.
Uncovering
Unveiling
Understanding
Hopes like hummingbirds
making their debut,
a selected few
more omniscient than we know.
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IV.
Blue like the bicycle in the garage
the naked sky sings,
“Gather the golden rays,
a cache of precious coins
to spend on sunshine
when the flowers fall.”
For now the bright mornings
meld together
into an endless ocean,
touching the shore,
much more
than a visit to the coast.
I really like your work.
Thanks James!
I feelin’ summer tonight!
Me too Jimbo!
Thank you for commenting on my blog….now, I get to follow yours!! Very nice work. I look forward to looking around some more.
Thanks for coming by and checking it out! Nice to meet you and I look forward to more of your work as well.
Your poems are entrancing. Thank you for such mesmerizing images
Thanks for the encouragement! I feel the same way about yours.
well now – that is quite deep! very good!
And I thank you sir. It will be fun to see what the future holds.
oh you’re welcome and quite talented!
“Hopes like hummingbirds
making their debut..”
Ah, beautifully penned poem!
Thank you so much. Very encouraging!