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Went  down  to  the  lake  today.
The  vast  expanse  of  water
shimmering  under  the  baking  sun.
Had  some  food  and  drink
sat  on  a  bench.
The  swans  came  up  from  the
water  begging  for  food.
Truly  amazing  how  they
cope  on  dry  land.
. Slender  legs  supporting
a  bulky  body  mass.
They  certainly  belong  
in  the  water.
Crowds  of  people  about
mainly  Chinese  tourists.
Really  warm  day.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
The  cherry  blossom  is
beautiful  this  year.

Thick  pink  clumps  covering
all  the  trees.

Should  stay  nice  for  awhile
If  the  weather  remains  calm.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.
Seasons change
forging the mass of
us waters unknown.

Untethered as
this warm swirl of summer
that ripped your lights
and smiles off of mine,
as your hair the same
left me there fallen from grace.

Slowly sank as
This brisk wrench of fall
that pulled my heart
and my primary colors apart,
as did the wind moving around
my spirit with the grounded leaves.

Flooded as
this chilly twist of winter
that walked me to the snow
and my memories holds on,
as I'll be able to keep that in mind
cold will go where you've gone first.

Now spring is
the seasonal strain of dreams
new beginnings and hopes,
promises and new things come...
Because seasons change
and they come back again,
but all the warm lit smiles
are stuck In the cold wind of mind
for ever after I'm missing our spirit of summertime.
Rampant Lion surprised me a lot asking to rewrite his poem "Seasons", first cause it was a wistful and so beautiful write itself, second, I think it has never come to my mind to do such a thing, loving a poem especially I just admire and contemplate it... kind of like a lesson or a piece of art.
I took that dare because I love trying new things, it's been challenging for it was important to me to respect and not violate the aura, meaning, intention, vibes, feelings behind the poem... But at the same time I couldn't keep myself from giving my personal touch, that's usually pretty cryptic, intricate and maybe a tad dramatic :)
I tried to do my best and hope I nailed not to disappoint the author... So thanks Timothy for the moving poem and for this chance! ^_^
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Credit: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1644543/seasons/

Original poem:
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SEASONS

Seasons change
People change
The summer came and you walked out of my life
I miss the sunlight in your hair
The warmth of your smile
Fall came and the leaves began to turn brown and fall to the ground
Just like my heart and my spirit slowly falling sinking being moved around by a brisk wind
Winter came
Memories flooded my mind
Holding you in winters chill
Walks in the snow
But your gone and its so cold
Spring is here
Everything is new
A promise a hope a dream
A new beginning
There is just one problem
My mind is stuck in the summer
I Still miss the sunlight in your hair
The warmth of your smile
My spirit is in the wind
It is so,so cold.
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On a shore where the waves embrace the sand
Lies the hug land.
“No words, please, we only hug and kiss”
is all you will find,
speaking there is only with mind!
They were not late
To know words only complicate,
Make a mess
Of what the heart says.
Rotten clichéd stale
They more often fail
To make the desired sense,
More potent is silence.
Lover, sister, brother
Each hugs the other
In this faraway retreat,
They hug anyone they meet.
Repost
the bottle of Bourbon empty of fire
the young woman danced within a Hula-Hoop
another train went passed
someone was blowing red bubbles out their mouth
want me to fill her up asked the bartender a thousand times
the young man fell in love with the Hula-Hoop dancer
the conductor asked for tickets
while the dying red bubble blower gave up the ghost and died dead as a Dodo as everyone else complained, "the trains are always late".
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