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Just As enigmatic like exotic roses
She can be and seem
Surreal like dreams
She can be down to earth
And sweet as honey dew
Upon the morning glories
With the sunflowers mirth
And evening stars rebirth
Iris moon
Golden
Blossoms of Spring fine wine love

Reynaldo Casison
Juno Mar 19
The beauty of nature,
The grass rattling in the spring wind,
The intertwining branches,
The carpet of daffodils,
Their yellow faces smiling in the sun,
Birds tweeting with excitement,
Singing their song,

A jay blessed us with its presence,
The brown hiding the sliver of blue,
The pairs of chatterbox geese,
Always together

People cluster in awe of the
Monet of opening magnolias,
The new pink and yellow,
With the old green and brown,
Yet all in symphony,
An orchestra of color -
Beginning to unfold

-JJ
16/03/25
Among the the floral sea of pastels and petals
The fairy folk flutters alight in the gentle breeze
Colors of spring array as morning dew settles
Life's renewal from cruel winter's deep freeze

Tending and working hard for every natural thing
Fairy people minister to mother nature's gardens
Melody rising, carries above canopy as they sing
Giving attention to every manner of care, regarding

Smiling down, looking upon her happy caretakers
Mother Nature gives a quick wink of her approval
Cheers so jovial abound the animals to their makers
Love's color of soft rouge twinkle as a magic jew'el

In a world so balanced in an array of majesty
Comes, springtime friends to heal Earth's wounds
Life gives and takes within perfect align infinity
Gathers spirits thereafter soothing under the cool moon
Word count134. Spring inspired.
Every single sunny day,
There's a magic place,
A brown bench by the baseball fields.

Such a basic grace,
When the sun shines down,
You and I walk the way.

Right on down to our favorite seat,
Whether its summer, whether its spring,
I can hold you all the same.
Our little afterschool hideaway
The golden sun
Is dancing
WithIn
Her hair
The sunflowers
Of heaven
Like a woman who longs
Like honey
To have some fun
Awake
With their midnights dreams
The morning sparrows
Honey melodies

Robe her generosities
With tender warmths
With voluptuous
nightingales sighs
Love her
Like lotuses and evenings
Sweeten her

Serenade
WithIn
Her exotic soul
The pretty moonbeams
Romance of roses

Diamond blossoms
Of hymning stars

Reynaldo Casison
Despite the long winter
The cool Spring morning sparrows
Melodies of warm honey

Reynaldo Casison
Northern Poet Mar 18
Pints int sun
Socks, sliders and chit-chat
Walking home in zig zags
Good people
I miss all that

Summer days
Sunny haze
Topping up the tan
In the English rays

Factor 50
Laid on thick
When the temp strikes 20
The sunstroke hits

Ice-cold bevs
On a picnic bench
Tunes blasting
Pints thrown
Am chuffing drenched

The ciggies and spliffs
Chasing the vibe
Oh, what it is
To be alive

The beer gardens
Packed to the brim
“Sorry mate
You can’t come in”
Party in the park
Barbecues
And burnt sausage
Go on then
Another gin

The English summer
What a sight
Top’s off, top’s on
Golden days
And Endless nights
For the English summer
Who rises the sun,
What man drags forth light?
I know not the knight,
Valiant to bring forth the sunrise.
Still, valor to his efforts,
For life is better in the light.
There's been many pretty sunrises recently
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